The area was empty, and a sense of loneliness suddenly welled up inside Caleb Bishop. It felt like he was always alone.
For some reason, Naomi Kenway's face suddenly appeared in his mind. He had thought they would never have contact again, yet she was worming her way into his every thought.
So many years had passed, but Naomi Kenway's passion and radiance were still vividly imprinted in his mind, leaving a scar on his heart.
He sometimes recalled that period. 'No one would ever love him the way Naomi Kenway did...'
Caleb Bishop returned to the banquet, a smile plastered back on his face.
He faintly heard people discussing him. Looking closely, he realized they were his old classmates—ones he had a terrible relationship with, who had always looked down on him.
"Look, isn't that Caleb Bishop?"
"Caleb Bishop? Miss Kenway's little boy toy? How'd he manage to latch onto her?"
"You can't just say that. The man was the academy's famous prodigy, hahaha!"
