Kingsly didn't speak for a long time, his throat hoarse, his hands slowly slipping from her shoulders.
Rachel wiped away the tears on her cheeks and finally smiled at him. "You should go to the company... I know it's been busy lately. You look tired. Take some rest after you finish your work!"
As she finished speaking, Kingsly's hands finally fell from her shoulders.
The sudden loss of support made Rachel stumble, but fortunately, she didn't fall to the ground.
Kingsly's hand was already in mid-air, clearly ready to reach out and steady her, but it stopped suddenly, no longer moving. It was apparent he wasn't just stopping; he seemed hesitant, as if he could no longer touch her as he used to...
Rachel looked at his hand hanging in the air, and a wave of bitterness surged in her chest.
Kingsly slowly lowered his hand, his dark eyes filled with a hint of sadness as he looked at her and spoke softly, "Will you never believe me again, no matter what I do in the future?"
