Chapter 55. The Break-Up (2)

It was a sweet and generous gesture. Two lips mould at each other like palms and hands intertwining with each other. And the man didn’t initiate the closest intimacy they could get aside from sleeping together in one bed. Rachel was the one… who kissed Luther.

Ezekiel, who was supposed to watch the two of them as the time went by, was astonished by the scene. He looked away instantly, gulping down a bottle of beer, and his heart couldn’t cooperate to its nervousness. Ezekiel became cautious of looking at their direction again, but when he did, he was stoned.

She was kissing him desperately, like the unsaid words had left in the tip of their tongues.

Rachel had instantaneously piled up the grudge, the regret, the misery, the betrayal, all of what Luther had done in the present where the old Rachel believed that she could bring the man she loved back to her heart. But it wasn’t true.

In her heart, it said something else, and she had to follow it. She doesn’t ne