In his memory, Shelia had short hair. It was neat and barely reached her shoulders. She was not as noble and elegant as the woman in front of him. Instead, she was exceedingly charming and coquettish.
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She had red lips and bright eyes. However, there was always coldness and indifference in her eyes. She always looked Like she was superior.
No matter what happened, she never seemed to care.
As the most outstanding hacker since the establishment of the Red Hackers, Shelia indeed had the right to be arrogant. Although he was her fiance, she was still cold and indifferent to him.
Wallace wanted to ask her countless times what he meant to her. He wanted to know how she felt
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about him. However, he didn’t have the guts to ask her. He was afraid that once he asked, she would leave him without looking back.
Wallace loved and hated her. After she died, he would still remember her face frequently, especially when he heard something related to her.
“Shelia…” Wallace murmured and unconsciously clenched his fists.
That name hit Rachel’s heart hard like lightning. Her eyes darkened.
Her heart suddenly felt cold, spreading to her limbs.
After a long while, Rachel closed her eyes to hide the coldness in them. Then, she turned to look at Wallace and said in a calm voice,
“Sir, you are in my way.”
Wallace was still stuck in his memory and couldn’t extricate himself.
He looked at her and said nothing.
The woman in front of him looked totally different from Shelia.
Wallace did not know if it was because of his irresistible flooding of memories of Shelia, but their faces somehow overlapped at that moment.
“Sir?” Rachel said, prompting Wallace to move aside.
“Shelia, you are not dead!” Wallace suddenly held her wrist with no intention to let her go.
Rachel’s eyes appeared really unemotional.
“I think you have got the wrong person, sir.”
Wallace looked at her, his gaze firm and penetrating. He neither responded nor moved.
Then, he grabbed her wrist with great strength. After struggling for a while, Rachel still couldn’t withdraw her hand.
“Sir, please let go of me!” she said in a serious tone.
A waiter came over in a hurry.
“Sir, is there any misunderstanding?”
At this time, another customer pushed the door open, and the wind bell rang.
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