Outside the door, Sasha watched with a heart-wrenching pain. Just as they were about to kiss, she ran away, trying to convince herself it wasn’t real.
That day, for the first time, she was distracted at work.
Her palm was slashed by the machine, blood splattering everywhere and exposing a deep wound down to the bone. The pain was so intense that she almost fainted.
She went to the factory’s medical room to have the wound treated, then returned home with a pale face.
But when she arrived, she saw all her belongings carelessly thrown into the muddy yard.
Juno was holding Quinn’s hand, directing workers to rearrange the room according to Quinn’s preferences.
When he turned and saw her, the warmth in his eyes turned cold.
In a formal tone, he said, “This is Quinn, our factory’s new secretary. She’s a talented returnee from abroad and grew up in a wealthy family, so she’s not used to living in the dormitory. It’s against the rules for a worker like you to live here anyway, so move to the dorms.”
Sasha felt a sharp pain in her heart.
This was the place she had lived in for three years. Here, Juno had whispered sweet nothings to her, kissed her over and over and told her he loved her.