“Is that so,” she said as she leaned forward. She somehow felt that his words were said on purpose for her to hear.
His ink-black eyes stared at the face in front of him. Brian’s thin lips parted slightly as he resumed saying, “Because back then, I was separated from someone in that hospital. That person told me once that she really liked to eat at this restaurant, so I’ll come to sit here and have their food every year on the day I was separated from her.”
“In that case, I think that person must be someone very important you, huh?” said Grace. Hearing his tone, it seemed that he really missed that person.
“Yes, very important. To me, her life is nearly as important as mine.” His indifferent tone sounded as if he was saying something very natural.
However, Grace was shocked when she heard this.
Brian was this concerned about a person he parted with? Originally, in her eyes, someone like him who constantly changed girlfriends, and was even so merciless to his ex-girlfriends, was immoveable in terms of feelings.
It was this way with many powerful people, she realized.
Whether human or wolf, Alpha or President, with that power came a measure of detachment. She wondered if it was the people with that detachment that rose in power, or if it was the positions that made them that way.
“Since she’s so important, haven’t you tried to find her?” she asked.
He gave a low chuckle. His gaze was still on her as if he was observing her reaction. “I am looking for her. Of course, I am. Only it’s a pity that back in those times, there were many places in this town that didn’t have security cameras. Plus, I only started looking for her after some days passed, so I couldn’t find her.”
His tone carried an obvious regret. How many years had he been constantly searching for this person? As time passed, however, everything only got more and more muddled up.
Sometimes, he could not even help thinking that he would never find this person again.
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