Chapter 1182

The driver focused on the road; the air in the car was clean, and a slow melody filled the cabin. I recognized it—it was a song called "Slowly." The soft, melancholic tune carried a faint sense of sorrow. I could feel Jonah's breath drawing closer, brushing against my earlobe. It was warm, damp, restrained, yet stirring. My mind, growing hazy, suddenly cleared at that moment, but I didn't open my eyes and continued leaning against his shoulder. After a moment, I heard him sigh softly; it was almost like a whisper. "Ms. Nancy..." Like my shining sun, he had always been radiant and full of life. No matter what challenges he faced, he exuded energy. Yet, at this moment, the way he called my name carried a deep sadness that made my heart tremble. Still, I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep and as if I hadn't heard or felt anything. After about 40 minutes, I felt the car come to a stop. When I opened my eyes, we were at the entrance to my complex. I immediately sat up and ex