There was no justifiable reason for him to be so consumed by this.
Furrowing his brow, he stared at the hospital’s outpatient building, resisting the urge to approach it. Instead, he got into another car and curtly instructed, “Take me to the company.”
By the time he concluded his work, the clock had already struck eight in the evening.
His mother had attempted to reach him twice, but he had no desire to return home.
He needed to be alone.
Edwin meandered aimlessly through the city streets at night, his thoughts in turmoil.
An hour later, his car halted at the entrance of a modest villa, the very place where Dylan resided. With Edwin’s influence and resources, acquiring someone’s address was a simple task.
The soft glow of orange lights emanated from the villa, lending it a cozy ambiance.
A white balustrade courtyard surrounded a meticulously manicured lawn, complete with a charming pink doghouse by the gate, a residence for a Labrador.
Edwin remained seated in his car, his gaze fixed on the villa from a distance.
He knew that Laura was temporarily residing here.
Even though that man she now lived with happened to be her agent, someone she had known for nearly eight years, Dylan was, undeniably, a man.
The door creaked open, and Laura stepped out with the dog.
She still wore Dylan’s coat, paired with capri pants that accentuated her delicate figure.
She tenderly petted the dog, coaxing it into the small house.
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The large canine adored her, lavishing her hands with affectionate licks.
Edwin observed Laura as she gently crouched down, wrapping her arms around the dog’s neck, her actions wordless but filled with profound emotion.
Memories resurfaced of when they had shared a life together.
She had expressed a desire to live in a villa like this, yearning for a dog to keep her company during Edwin’s absences.
Fearing that he couldn’t afford it, she had eagerly offered to contribute or even foot the entire bill.
Now, she had a dog in her arms, a pet they once dreamed of owning together.
Yet, it was a dog she shared with another man.
Edwin’s eyes stung, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she would be willing to embrace this tranquil existence with anyone who could provide it.
Edwin could offer it, but at the same time, Dylan also could.