Chapter 33

Reagan said, "Tonight, you can come to my place and think it over for a night." Giselle remained silent. Reagan stood quietly while the rain poured harder. Giselle's hair was soaked, strands plastered to her face and shoulders as the water ran down her body. She looked miserable, but Reagan stayed dry under the umbrella, only his shoes getting wet. He had no intention of holding the umbrella for her. Giselle knew that in this world, no one had any obligation to hold an umbrella for her. If she didn't want to get soaked, she had to run as fast as she could or hold up her own umbrella. Right now, the kind of umbrella she needed most was one that could shield her from the wind and rain—a house, a place to stay, a refuge. Looking at Reagan, so poised and cold, Giselle suddenly realized how ridiculous her worries had been. In her current state, there was nothing anyone could want from her. Giselle didn't take a whole night to think. It wasn't worth it. She walked directly under