The image of them embracing each other flashed endlessly before my eyes, and the fire in my heart blazed even hotter.

Throwing off the covers, I stormed over to the window. Amid the dense crowd below, I immediately spotted Jim Jackson’s figure. From a distance, I could see him pacing along the edge while talking on the phone—sometimes frowning, sometimes grinning.

Jim had always been like a glass of lukewarm water around me—steady, never showing much emotion.

Yet now, what kind of important person could make him reveal such expressions?

“Damn it, look at that punch-able face. Who knows what kind of promises he’s making to Claire again?”

“Let’s go...