Seeing Taya’s agreement, Amon curled his lips into a relieved smile and turned his gaze to the direction of the door with difficulty.

The aloof yet elegant figure was still standing outside the protective gla*s door.

The man outside should know what the unspoken answer was.

However, it was no longer important, as Amon only loved Rosalie all his life.

He probably fell in love with her when she recklessly chased after his car riding her bicycle.

Each time he looked at her through the rearview mirror and saw her confident and radiant smile, he couldn’t stop smiling.

Some people didn’t know what love was until they lost the person,...