The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 301

At lunch, Petty finally decided to come clean. She set down her chopsticks and looked at Hans. “I quit my job. Tomorrow I’ll go in and fill out the paperwork.”

Hans was in the middle of serving her some food, the table crowded with all her favorites. His hand froze for a split second, then he looked up at her, lips pressed together.

He gripped his chopsticks a little tighter and kept eating. “So, you’re planning to leave Cabinda, huh?”

Petty couldn’t help it—she was always amazed by how well Hans understood her. He just knew. No need for extra explanations.

She nodded. “Yeah. I want a fresh start, someplace new.”

Hans didn’t ask anything else. “I’ll help you find a good place. I could buy a house ahead of time, so it’ll be waiting for you when you get there.”

Petty shook her head. “That’s okay. I already know where I want to go.”

Hans felt a heaviness in his chest. So she’d even chosen her next destination. She must have been thinking about leaving for a while now.

He stayed quiet, and Petty felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

She picked up some food and dropped it into his bowl. “Don’t be mad, okay? I wasn’t trying to hide it from you. I’ve already asked someone to check out a place for me—it’s got two bedrooms. One for you, one for me.”

Hans’s face relaxed a little and he pretended to sulk. “At least you didn’t forget about me. You actually have a conscience.”

Petty didn’t mention anything about Franco, and neither did Hans. Right now, Franco felt like a total stranger.

…

The next morning, Petty headed over to the TV station to finish her resignation. Maybe someone in management had stepped in for her, because everything went super smoothly.

She packed up her things and even had time to rush back and have lunch with Hans.

Since Franco got investigated, so many things had unraveled. The White Group lost its leader and Owen, being both family and a top executive, ended up in charge until they figured things out.

Petty knew now was the right time to walk away.

That night, right before bed, she remembered what she’d promised Malcom when they were at the beach. She opened her chat app and tapped on his name.

Malcom, I’ve decided to go to Coralia. My flight’s the day after tomorrow. You don’t need to come see me off, I just wanted to let you know. Hope we meet again someday.

She thought about what Malcom had written on the sky lantern that night—something about meeting year after year. But in real life, it just wasn’t that easy to keep seeing people.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, her phone pinged with a new message. Squinting, she checked her screen. It was Malcom.

I’m downstairs. Come outside.