The glass couldn't withstand this "calm" strength and instantly shattered, the sharp cracking sound echoing throughout the underground parking lot.
Two screams ca from inside the car: "Ah!"
Then ca Isabella Weaver's calm voice: "Milo Field and Gilly Scott, co out."
The people in the car heard this voice and scrambled to put on their clothes.
A mont later, only Milo Field got out of the car: "Isabella, I..."
"Break up. From today, we have nothing to do with each other."
Isabella Weaver interrupted him, extending her hand: "Return the car keys to ."
Milo Field stepped forward, trying to grasp her hand, but she dodged him.
"Isabella, it's not what you think. Please don't be impulsive, let explain slowly, okay?"
Isabella looked up at his handso face. He remained gentle, even though she caught him in the act, still speaking in an unhurried tone, without a hint of panic.
This used to be her favorite trait, but at this mont it only felt ironic!
Was his calm deanor because he was sure she wouldn't leave him? Or perhaps he simply didn't care whether she left or not?
Suddenly, Gilly Scott erged from the car, knelt on the ground upright: "Isabella, it's all my fault. I wronged you! It was my montary impulse, don't bla Milo, please don't break up!"
And who was the one in the car just asking when they were going to break up?
It had co to this point, and yet they were still deceiving her?
Isabella Weaver's face showed no expression; she really should have guessed long ago that Gilly Scott liked Milo Field.
She often inquired about Milo Field's life, often looked at him with eyes full of tenderness, and her clothes and style were always according to Milo Field's taste.
There were too many clues, and Isabella Weaver no longer wanted to recall them.
The ridiculous thing was that she had once arrogantly assud that among all the girls pursuing Milo Field, she could guard against others but didn't need to guard against Gilly Scott. She thought this close friend simply admired Milo Field and would never steal him away.
Gilly Scott was already in tears, but Isabella Weaver didn't look at her, only at Milo Field, saying: "Keys."
But Milo Field couldn't bear to see Gilly Scott crying like this. He didn't give Isabella Weaver the keys but reached out to support Gilly Scott's arm: "Gilly, get up, kneeling like this, you'll catch a cold on the ground."
Gilly Scott held onto Milo Field's hand, looking up without wanting to get up: "I made a mistake, so I should be punished. Milo, don't worry about ."
"Be good, get up and talk first. Isabella, you should tell Gilly to get up, she'll listen to you." Milo Field's tone carried a hint of softhearted pleading.
Isabella Weaver watched the scene, feeling it was both familiar and glaring.
Milo Field was a perfect gentleman, his kindness making people feel like bathing in a spring breeze, his thoughtfulness making people indulge in it.
But now, it turned out he wasn't warm only to her!
Previously, Milo Field also treated Gilly Scott gently; whenever he bought milk tea, there was always one for Gilly Scott, and while he was concerned about Isabella's attire and als, he would also comfort Gilly Scott. Isabella had always thought it was just Milo Field's gentlemanly deanor, his efforts to look after his loved one's friends.
Now, everything had an answer.
Isabella Weaver felt sowhat disgusted, her voice carrying endless fatigue: "Give the keys, and both of you disappear from my sight."
Milo Field found it hard to gauge her emotions. If she had made a scene by shouting and crying, he might have been confident in coaxing her. But her calmness and indifference left him unsure of where to begin.
"Alright then, you should calm down. We'll talk tomorrow."
In fact, even Milo Field himself felt his words were sowhat forced, as Isabella Weaver seed extrely calm with no sign of anger.
He handed the car keys to Isabella Weaver and led Gilly Scott away.
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