A decade of time is like a chasm, difficult to cross.
Kaitlyn Webb's small face dimmed. Suddenly, she felt that their connection had ended. From the man's expression, it seemed he had already forgotten the past; he only saw her as a sister…
Precisely because of this, he had hugged her without any reservations just now, hadn't he!?
Thinking of this, Kaitlyn Webb felt waves of sadness, accompanied by pain. She bowed her head, picked up the warm coffee, and took a sip to disguise her depressed mood.
"Kaitlyn, have you been in America all these years? What exactly happened back then!?" Morgan Benson spoke first, his voice suppressed and his handsome face slightly cold at the moment. The man's gaze fell on the top of her head; his dark eyes were filled with myriad unspoken words, which he had to hold back, asking one by one.
Kaitlyn Webb put down the cup. She took a deep breath, looked up to meet his deep eyes, but her heart tightened and she quickly lowered her head again.
