Alexander Johnson had only gone out to take care of some business. Returning late, he didn't expect to see Chloe Simpson by the roadside on his way home.
He glanced at the time. It was already 11 o'clock at night.
She was sitting there all alone, dazed, and crying nonstop.
He looked around and saw that Lucas Hughes wasn't with her.
Alexander frowned. This woman, crying by the roadside late at night instead of going home?
He instinctively felt a twinge of irritation.
What's the use of crying? Does crying solve anything?
Tears are the least valuable thing in this world.
But then again, whether she cried or not had nothing to do with him.
From the very beginning, he had only planned to use her.
And she had already chosen Lucas Hughes, even to the extent of being willing to die for him!
If that's the case, then whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with him.
Alexander gripped the steering wheel tightly, preparing to drive away.
