Chapter 447

In the hallway. William Turner leaned over the railing, quietly watching the black and silver Rolls Royce slowly drive away. The red from the car’s taillights gradually vanished into the dim, flickering neon lights of the city, then disappeared into the night altogether. He just stood there in silence, staring. All of a sudden, the street felt so damn short. Chloe was gone in the blink of an eye. They had a massive fight. Chloe left. They split. Not because they stopped loving each other, but because of the past, because they couldn’t see eye to eye anymore. He never got why she always seemed so far above everything, and she couldn’t understand the guilt he buried so deep he couldn’t even speak of it. William’s eyes went red. He pulled out his phone and stared at a photo. In the picture, she was wearing his shirt, skin porcelain white, resting gently on the snow-white pillow. She looked so soft, so well-behaved. Back then, things were good. Really good. So how the hell did it end up li