I’m Not His White Rose Anymore Chapter 13
As I walked out of the examination hall, I saw a familiar Cadillac parked by the side of the road, with a familiar figure leaning against the hood.
Lorenzo saw me at the same time and immediately stood up straight.
“What are you doing here?”
I was leaving in two days, so I wasn’t planning on hiding it anymore.
Just as I was about to speak, Isabella walked out. A flicker of panic crossed Lorenzo’s face.
“Vivian…”
Lorenzo took two steps forward, trying to grab my hand.
But Isabella had already reached us.
“Lorenzo, sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s go.”
She acted as if she hadn’t seen me. She walked right up to Lorenzo, then feigned surprise. “Oh, Vivian, you’re here too.”
I nodded, my face calm, and even managed a smile.
“You two are busy. I won’t keep you.”
“Vivian…”
Lorenzo took another two steps toward me, wanting to say something.
Just then, the bus arrived. I got on.
Lorenzo stood frozen in place. The autumn wind whipped at his coat as he stared at the departing bus, a heavy feeling in his chest.
In the bus’s rearview mirror, I saw him standing there on the curb, his gaze fixed on me, not moving an inch until the bus turned the corner.
Lorenzo, in this life, I’ve given you what you wanted. Shouldn’t you be happy?
