Laura hesitated inside the elevator, watching as the doors opened and closed repeatedly.
Finally, Edwin stepped forward, gently pulling her out. She wore a black coat over her dress, cinched at the waist, her slender figure apparent.
“Keys,” Edwin requested.
Laura took a step back, firm yet composed.
“We can talk here.”
She leaned against the wall, her voice soft but steady.
“Yes, Uncle Mark spoke to me. I promised him I’d stay away from you, Edwin.
Please, don’t come here again.”
Edwin’s expression grew more intense as he noticed the absence of the necklace around her neck.
His voice was husky with emotion.
“Let’s talk inside. It’s cold here.”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
But Laura remained unmoved.
Edwin stepped closer, effectively pinning her against the wall as he reached into her pocket for the keys.
“Edwin!” she protested, biting her lip.
Silently, Edwin opened the door, gesturing for her to enter.
“Let’s talk inside.”
Reluctantly, Laura stepped into her apartment.
Edwin followed, observing as she turned on the heater and then quietly headed to the kitchen to make coffee.
The scene reminded him of their past life together.
She was such a coffee enthusiast and the aroma of coffee always present in their shared home.
Edwin joined her in the kitchen, standing close behind. He murmured, “Do you still remember much about the past?”
“There’s no need to remember anything anymore,” Laura replied, handing him a cup of coffee. Her gaze met his.
“It’s over, Edwin.
You have a girlfriend, and I have a boyfriend. There’s no reason for us to keep in touch. Please drink your coffee and leave.”