Upon hearing Vanessa Sterling’s response, Miles Sterling furrowed his brow in confusion, his gaze fixed on Vanessa as if questioning something.

Vanessa nervously shifted her gaze away and moved a little closer to the elevator doors.

She seemed eager for the elevator doors to open, wishing she could immediately leave this oppressive and uncomfortable enclosed space the moment it did.

Miles noticed Vanessa’s evasiveness and asked, "You seemed quite afraid of me just now?"

With her back to Miles, Vanessa dared not turn to look at him again, fearing he would realize she was lying.

Feigning a relaxed smile, she explained, "...Because someone suddenly came in, it startled me."

"Is your name Vanessa?" Miles suddenly asked.

Vanessa’s back stiffened, remaining silent as she did not know how to answer.

Just then, the elevator reached their floor, and Vanessa quickly walked out without looking back.

Miles followed her out of the elevator doors, standing at the entrance, watching Vanessa disappear around the corridor corner.

Whether it was the feeling in his heart or the words Cynthia Ramsey had said earlier, Miles was almost certain he knew this girl.

But he didn’t understand why this girl seemed unwilling to see him.

Not only had she never sought him out, but she had also pretended not to know him just now.

The trace of fear in her eyes the moment he stepped into the elevator wasn’t the type of shock one feels upon suddenly seeing a stranger.

What exactly had happened between them before?

As Miles was walking downstairs, Gwen Grant’s car happened to pull up in front.

Gwen got out of the car, looking at Miles from afar, daring not to speak rashly.

This was where Vanessa lived; clearly, Miles had already met her.

But Gwen didn’t know to what extent Miles had remembered.

Miles walked toward Gwen with the help of his cane, probing, "What are you doing here?"

Gwen pressed her lips together, jokingly pretending to be relaxed, "I heard from Old Man Lowell that you were running after a girl on the street, I thought you might have been taken away."

Miles wasn’t in the mood for jokes, "You know who I came to see, right?"

Gwen sensed that something was off with Miles’s mood; her smile froze as she played dumb, "An old friend of yours? I only came because Old Man Lowell said you were here."

Miles looked at Gwen with suspicion, and Gwen nervously smiled as she continued asking, "...Did you meet your friend? Did it help you remember anything?"

Miles responded with another question, "Do you hope I remember?"

Gwen was taken aback, her smile gradually fading, "Miles, what are you saying? Of course, I hope you can remember."

Miles chuckled mockingly, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll remember and expose your lies?"

Gwen was startled and feigned ignorance, "Miles, what are you talking about? Which friend did you see? Did she speak ill of me?"

Miles pressed further, "Have we been in love for many years?"

"...Yes." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Then why didn’t I attend our wedding? Was the news fabricated?"

Gwen was stunned, not knowing how to respond.

"Why did you lie to me? I’m not really the one you love, am I?"

On the way here, Gwen had already anticipated this outcome and had mentally prepared for the worst.

Tears welled up instantly, and she looked at Miles with tearful eyes, saying, "Miles, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to deceive you... You didn’t love me before, but I truly love you..."