Of course, Alana was behind him.
Alana, who always liked to dress like a young girl, was dressed in a professional outfit and a tight skirt at this time.
No one in the company spoke. They were all pretending to be busy with their work.
But everyone pricked up their ears.
"Monica, come here for a moment."
Henry pointed in the direction of a meeting room.
The three of us went in. The door closed, and the blinds were lifted.
"Monica, I'm sorry! I let you down!"
Henry said with some emotion, "You know that I have always loved Alana. Being with you was an accident. Originally, Alana was abroad. I silently wished her happiness in my heart. I didn't have any extravagant hopes for her anymore. After all, there is a kind of love called letting go, right? As long as she is doing well, I can endure the torment alone."
Henry's eyes were a little moist. He was like a love saint.