Chapter 65. It Was Just Like Dream

The thought completely baffled Lance. He should have felt nothing when he remembered those times when he used to walk in her shadow and gaze at her back from a distance, but the feeling that suddenly came over him made him frown.

Why was he feeling this way now?

Not know what else to do with his unorganized feelings, Lance flung his whiskey glass at the wall directly beside him.

The glass, on impact with the stone hard wall, shattered into many piece and rained down on the floor.

In that moment, his phone began to ring again. Lance glanced at it, half expecting to see the call was from his pest of a father or rather Penelope, but to his surprise, it was from none of the earlier mentioned two and rather, from his father’s assistant who worked at the head branch of Laurent Cop.

Lance knew that the male