As she gazed at the man's face, fully loaded with sarcasm, the blood gradually drained from the girl's beautiful face.
Zion Prescott was right.
She had only known Jude Grant for a mere three months, and had been dating for less than half a month.
How could such a short relationship possibly compete with the trust Jude Grant had in Zion Prescott?
It seems like before, she had heard that Jude Grant greatly admired his little uncle.
Yet at that time, Claire Sinclair didn't have the leisure to learn who this little uncle Jude Grant spoke of was, nor did she ever imagine that the nightmares of the past would once again shroud over her.
...
Claire Sinclair's heart suddenly chilled to the extreme.
She melancholically lifted her eyes, her voice softly slowed.
"Mr. Prescott, what's past is past; now we should go our separate ways. I really like Jude... Could you please let me go?"
