Chapter 145 He Is Jealous

• Celia got in the car, and Hugo swiftly followed suit, prompting the woman to look at him. I feel like fate is playing a cruel trick on me... Why can't I shake off this man I used to hate to the core?
• With that, she turned around and gazed at the sunset outside the window. Alas, just as she was admiring the magnificent orange glow, Sean's silhouette in the setting sun from the other day suddenly popped into her head.
• Argh! I hate it! Why couldn't the elevator door have closed a few seconds later? That way, I'd have been able to take a good look at his face when he walked out from the shadows. I'm left with a memory of his silhouette, and I can't get it out of my head.