Chapter 2004

There was hardly any traffic at this hour.

Before long, they were nearing Isabel’s residence.

She sat by the window and looked outside, her mind wandering.

At one point, she spotted a handsome and familiar figure walking down the street, illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights.

"Slow down, Ben," she said to the driver.

The driver slowed down as he was told.

Isabel lowered the window to get a better look.

The young man was trotting down the street by himself, donned in a fitted suit.

He stood tall and handsome, his stride steady.

On a night such as this, his melancholic figure looked like a prince that had been banished from his homeland and was wandering, looking for a place to belong.He exuded a fine charm around him that was entirely captivating and unique.

Isabel wondered if she had drunk a little more than she thought.

She continued to lean out the window the longer she stared at the man until nearly her entire head was hanging out.

car drew closer to the

Isabel recognized him.

she called

turned around and looked at

their eyes met, Isabel cried out in shock, "It is you! Why are

"I just got

leaned out the window

"You don’t drive?"

a more than respectable salary for his position and had a private driver

to buy a car, he could simply use

explained briskly, "It's more convenient to take the

place was just a short

by bus, one only needed to pass through a handful

and there was still a roughly five hundred meters

more convenient to drive? Isabel could not figure out the logic behind this choice, but since it was his choice

stopped

still leaning outside the

out of curiosity, "Working till late today, aren’t you? Are things that busy

expression, "This is pretty much my regular hours except during

a jab of guilt, as if she had

She pinched her nose and laughed dryly, "Well, I'm actually quite busy as well.Otherwise, I’d

drinking?" Roland asked

"How could you say that? When have I

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