Beneath the Perfect Disguise, I Quietly Slipped Away Chapter 14

After that conversation, Connor never came to my company again.

The last time I saw him was for the project acceptance sign-off.

Lucian took me as the vendor, and Connor was the client.

Lucian is a gentleman.

After learning about my relationship with Connor, he didn't force me to respond quickly to his affection.

Instead, he said he was willing to wait for me to handle it.

In the car, there was silence.

I sat in the passenger seat, Connor in the back.

Connor lowered his eyes, not saying a word.

I had made things so clear.

Connor was never one to wallow in self-pity.

After this project ended, we probably wouldn't see each other for the rest of our lives.

The winter in France this year was extremely cold.

At night, a blizzard suddenly started.

My right eyelid twitched wildly.

The accident happened in a split second.

The tires skidded. Lucian turned right quickly, but it was hard to control the direction.

I was thrown toward the window.

In the distance, a car was speeding toward us.

Before the impact—

A cold yet familiar scent forcefully, unhesitatingly enveloped me.

My head was tightly shielded against a chest.

Through the clothes, pressing against something.

I suddenly realized—

It was the ring.

The ring I had thrown away.

At the very end, Connor said:

"Rory. I'm sorry."