In her mind, an image suddenly flashed.
A slightly more youthful Maxwell Hughes stood in front of her, frowning, his eyes filled with disgust, devoid of the slightest emotion.
He mocked her with a smile, "Sorry, no matter who I like, it's not going to be you."
The past self cried uncontrollably, yelling at the back of Maxwell Hughes, "Maxwell Hughes, you will regret this!"
Violet Taylor clutched her head tightly, but her heart hurt like it was being pricked by needles, as if she had returned to that moment.
Although she didn't understand what had happened, the sorrowful feeling was experienced all over again.
And with the sadness came a sense of defiance and grievance, a conflux of emotions.
Maxwell Hughes had proposed that he would not like her.
What was she feeling aggrieved about?
Why did she feel wronged?
Could it be that... Maxwell Hughes did something to wrong her?
