Violet Taylor's heart suddenly stopped, then rapidly began to pound.
After not seeing him for a month, he seemed to have become thinner than before.
The man who was originally silent was now clenching his jaw, his lips pressed tightly together, seemingly even more silent.
Violet Taylor didn't know how to describe her current mood; she felt a bit joyful, a bit infatuated, and even wanted to just stand there, watching him forever.
When not seeing him, she didn't miss him that much.
Because she kept herself too busy to have the time.
But upon this meeting, the emotions that had been suppressed for a month suddenly surged forth.
Violet Taylor clenched her fists.
She dared not move and could only watch helplessly as Maxwell Hughes stepped towards her.
Finally, he arrived in front of her.
Violet Taylor felt so nervous that breathing became somewhat difficult.
She wanted to speak first, but her mind was blank, and she couldn't utter a word.
