“Assistant Walter also said Sir won’t be coming home tonight.”
“Okay.”
I hung up and turned the car around.
But after just one turn, I saw Diego’s car.
Under the dim streetlight, his tall figure stretched long and silent. The red glow of a lit cigarette flickered between his fingers, the ground around him littered with cigarette butts.
I had been to this place just yesterday.
It was Courtney’s residence.
He stood there, unmoving, staring up at a lit window without blinking once.
Following his gaze, I saw the faint silhouette of a woman behind the curtains, graceful, soft, like silk gliding across the heart.
He stood there like a lovesick man in a television drama, only daring to look from a distance.
Something inside me cracked, bit by bit.
I remained in the car all night.
Until the sky began to lighten, and Courtney stepped out of the building.
She looked well-rested.
When she spotted Diego, a flicker of surprise crossed her face.
And the man who had seemed so broken just moments ago instantly came alive.
He said something with a smile and took a step forward.
She instinctively backed away, her cheeks flushed with color.
Then, the two of them got into the car.