At the very least, he hadn't waited ten hours for nothing.
"I don't care if you smoke, but there are a lot of children here. Don't pollute the air for them."
Georgia Thorne's voice was ice-cold. The light that had flickered in Justin Sullivan's eyes gradually dimmed and disappeared. This time, she wasn't showing any concern for him.
'Good. Just like that, Georgia Thorne. Keep it up, and he'll be completely disappointed in you!'
Georgia Thorne sat in the chair Justin Sullivan used to use for painting, tilting back her slender, pale neck to look at him.
"I'm not the Georgia Thorne I used to be. The old Georgia, the one who liked you and depended on you, died when you abandoned her and left for Breccon without a word! The Georgia Thorne standing before you now might still have a place for you in her heart, but only as her uncle. Even if you tell me you like me now, it's completely useless!"
