After hours and hours of waiting inside the car, she finally saw the man she was looking for. It was none other than Carlos.

Wasting no time at all, she quickly locked her phone, set it aside, walked out of the car and called out to him, “Carlos.”

The second he heard a voice calling his name, Carlos turned around to check who it might be. He was a bit puzzled by what he saw.

A woman wearing a blue jumpsuit and a pair of high-heeled shoes approached him from the dark.

And with nothing but a single quick look, Carlos recognized her in an instant-the woman who, for some reason, was barefoot and was wearing a red evening dress the other night.

Of course, she was no Longer in that same weird position. This time around, she seemed rather composed.

It was not like Carlos knew her at all, but to a certain extent, there was something about her that looked so familiar. She politely smiled at him as she leisurely walked closer holding a white Chanel purse.

In spite of all of that, her eyes were still the same. Even when their eyes finally met, she didn't bother looking away.

In the end, she didn't approach him any closer. She stopped in her tracks the second she got right next to his car.

He stood by the doorstep of the building, with his gaze fixated on the hopeful Look on her face.

He opted not to say anything; he was curious about what her reason could be for waiting up on him, what she could possibly want from him.

People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Her eyes had been filled to the brim with so much tenderness for him, while his, on the other hand, simply felt so cold.

*I guess he doesn't recognize me in any way.

What am I supposed to do now? Should I ask him about it?

Maybe I shouldn't do that, ' she pondered for a second.

Lowering her head, she shifted her attention over to her feet to hide the pain about to slip from her eyes. It had been three years since the last time the two of them saw each other, but the moment they finally came across each other again after such a long time, they seemed to be nothing but strangers.

Given that the mysterious woman didn't utter a single word after calling out to him, Carlos just turned to leave.

Immediately after hearing his footsteps, Debbie had no choice but to pull herself together. She lifted her head up and tried to stop him.

"Wait a second!"

Without bothering to turn his head to look at her, he simply replied,

“What 2"

"I... Carlos, do you really not recognize who I am? Tell me the truth."

She found it so hard to believe. How could things have turned out Like this? Because of that, she was desperate to get an answer out of him.

This time, he turned his gaze toward her, looking her straight in the eye, and answered quite apathetically, “No.”

When she heard that, tears began welling up in her eyes. But she needed to be strong, so she somehow managed to smile at him.