Even after all these years, their connection hadn’t faded in the slightest. Their synchronization was as flawless as ever.
Seven years had passed, yet the way Matteo looked at her was still filled with deep, unwavering affection.
So, this was how much Matteo loved Rebecca.
He loved her enough to hold onto that love for seven whole years, even after she had abandoned him.
Of course.
They were both born into privilege—him, the golden boy of the Gallagher family; her, a shining star of high society.
On the other hand, Evelyn was just the daughter of a maid.
Why had she ever dared to step into a world that wasn’t hers?
Why had she ever thought she could claim something that had never belonged to her?
If she could go back in time, she would never have fallen for Matteo at first sight.
She would never have secretly loved him.
And she would never have thrown away everything just to take care of him for seven long years.
The music gradually faded into silence.
At some point, Rebecca’s hand slid over Matteo’s, slowly tracing upward.
Through the window, Evelyn saw her wrap her arms around his shoulders, leaning in to press her lips against his.
“Matteo, I know you still love me…”
At that moment, Evelyn could take no more. She turned and walked away.
The rain poured down harder and harder, drenching her completely.
Her mind was blank, lost in a storm of emotions.
One second, she felt like a withered weed clinging to the edge of a cliff.
The next, she felt like a lone boat capsized by a relentless tide.
She was rootless and directionless, drifting aimlessly.
Even her tears vanished into the rain, leaving no trace behind.
