How could he have imagined that that year, that meal, was nothing but a play.
Deceived him for a full seven years.
Seven years!
No one will understand the feeling of squandering seven years, only to see their seven-year-old son look at them with unfamiliar eyes.
No one will understand that sorrow, nor comprehend that regret.
After Alan Morgan slammed the phone, he turned around to see Shirley Grant standing not far away.
Shirley was startled when she met his gaze.
His eyes were red like a wounded beast, frightening yet inviting closeness.
This kind of Alan Morgan was something Shirley Grant had never seen before.
"Come down? Let's eat together."
Alan slowly calmed his emotions, then flashed a smile at Shirley Grant.
He was afraid his demeanor might scare Shirley, since earlier when he held her on the balcony, she still trembled.
Seeing that he had gathered his emotions, Shirley slowly nodded and then walked towards him.
