Josie’s reaction was minimal. She calmly picked up the flight ticket and said, “I must go.”
“Josie!” Morgan couldn’t help but roar in a hushed voice. His fists clenched and relaxed. “Is it too much for you to stay by my side? Do you know how many women long to share my bed and become Mrs. Bastille?”
Even he was somewhat surprised by his own words once they were spoken. He wanted to take them back, but it was too late. However, Josie was not angry.
“I understand.”
Words escaped Morgan.
“Back then, I didn’t sleep with you, and I won’t in the future either.” Josie put the flight ticket into her bag. “Thank you for all your help. Without you, my plan wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.”
She was so polite and courteous that helplessness overwhelmed Morgan. Since her plan had ended, it was as if she had lost her soul. She was like a living corpse, devoid of any emotions towards anyone.
“Jo… That’s not what I meant. I just want you to stay. Why can’t you understand that? Regardless of whether it’s Justin or Paul, I can find a way to locate them for you.”
“But I don’t want to rely on anyone anymore.”
Her eyes were clear and transparent, devoid of anything else. Seeing that, Morgan was momentarily taken aback.
“Please drop me off up ahead.”
For a moment, Ryan didn’t know whose orders to follow, as Morgan looked up and commanded, “Don’t stop.”
“Morgan,” Josie started. “If you don’t stop, I’ll jump out of the car.”
That left Morgan speechless.
Josie continued, “If you dare to imprison me, I have a thousand ways to end my own life. You’re welcome to try.”
Her determination to leave stabbed Morgan unexpectedly, leaving him almost unable to breathe. “Does it really have to be this way?”
As the vehicle moved along, the scenery outside the window swiftly passed by. Josie locked eyes with him. “Actually, you don’t need me as much as you think.”
After exiting the overpass, the car abruptly stopped by the roadside. Josie stepped out of the vehicle without looking back.
Morgan watched her gradually receding figure through the rearview mirror. She was so slender and fragile that it was as if a gust of wind could break her.
When she blended in with the crowd, she was nothing more than an ordinary woman. Yet, the impression she had left on him over the years was particularly unique. Unable to contain himself, Ryan asked, “Why didn’t you keep her here?”
Morgan’s head throbbed faintly. “I can’t hold on to her anymore.”
The next day, Josie went to the airport. Wavery was the state capital of that state, and the airport was always crowded, with people arriving and departing.
Everyone was in a hurry, each person with their own story. Josie stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at planes taking off and landing in the foggy air.
There was still an hour left before boarding. Holding her boarding pass, she occasionally glanced back, seemingly anticipating something or someone.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind her. “Josie.”
Her brows furrowed, and she turned around with a hint of surprise, only to be met with an unfamiliar face. It was a middle-aged man, well- dressed in business attire. He was walking towards her.
“You are?”
“You might not remember me, but I’m Nathan Olsen. According to the familial hierarchy, you should address me as your uncle.”
Nathan Olsen… Mark’s younger brother? Then, I should indeed address him as my uncle.
“Um…”
“You really don’t remember me, do you? When you were young, I used to carry you and often take you out to play. Do you remember?”
Josie went silent and strained her memory. It seemed there was such a person, but the memory had become very faint.
“Do you need something from me?” As she posed that question, she glanced behind him but saw no one else.
