She hadn't drunk in a long time, and a sudden heat flared in her chest, one she couldn't suppress.
She got up and went to the restroom, splashing her face with cold water to calm herself down.
'Georgia Thorne, you're so pathetic!'
Seeing Elliot Sheridan again felt surreal, as if a lifetime had passed.
As Georgia Thorne returned from the restroom, she saw several figures walk past her.
The man leading the group had a cold look in his eyes. He didn't even spare her a glance as he passed by with a frosty air.
He was like a hurricane, disturbing the calm she had fought so hard to find and sending ripples through her heart once more.
Her heart pounded. She had even thought he might stop to talk to her, or at least look at her.
But he did nothing, walking past her as if she were a complete stranger.
In that moment, Georgia Thorne could hear the sound of her own heart breaking.
She turned, her eyes fixed on Elliot Sheridan's back until his tall figure disappeared around a corner.
