As Natalie watched Jeremy disappear into a car, a wave of nausea washed over her, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. Her mind reeled, struggling to grasp the reality before her.
The driver had to call out to her several times before she finally snapped back to reality, her face pale.
The car Jeremy was in disappeared from her sight.
“Sorry. Let’s go,” Natalie mumbled.
The driver noticed Natalie’s pale face. She had been so lively and cheerful when she got into the car. He then remembered her phone call. Putting two and two together, a flicker of understanding crossed his
face.
Experienced and a man himself, he kindly said, “You’ve recently gotten married, haven’t you? Don’t be too heartbroken. Take some time for yourself to explore. Sometimes, you need to focus on yourself more. Don’t lose yourself in a relationship.”
The driver privately remarked that losing oneself didn’t always signify being loved more. He viewed men as generally practical and realistic in matters like these.
The driver saw no need to elaborate further, sensing Natalie’s Intelligence.
Natalie felt adrift, her mind a tangled mess. The driver’s words, though kind, seemed distant and
irrelevant. She moved mechanically through the motions of returning home, and before she knew it, she had finished her bowl of pasta.
A sudden ring from her phone startled her. It was Austin. “Are you home?”
“Yeah, I’m home,” Natalie replied, her voice muffled. Only then did she realize she had been crying Into fier paste just moments ago.
Her voice was thick with emotion.
Austin paused briefly before asking, “Are you crying?”
“Uh… I. I just watched a show,” Natalie stammered. “The male lead deceived the female lead. She
trusted him so much, but he still lied to her. Are there no good men left in this world?”
The words tumbled out, a desperate plea for reassurance that contradicted a belief that seemed to be crumbling around her.
Austin could sense that something was off. “Natalie, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing… Nothing’s wrong. I’ll talk to you later. I need to go. See you tomorrow, Mr. Powell.” Natalie hurriedly terminated the call.
With her still trembling hand, she called Skylar.