Yara Reagan was almost forced by Franklin Ford to get into the car.
"I’m fine." Yara’s face was tense, "Just a bit of low blood sugar."
Hearing this, Franklin paused for a mont, then suddenly reached into the drawer of the passenger seat and took out a box of candies, handing it to Yara.
Yara was slightly stunned, but didn’t act pretentious, and promptly opened it and ate one. She said casually, "Director Ford also likes sweets, huh?"
"I don’t like sweet things." Franklin’s voice was very soft, "I rember you easily get low blood sugar, so I always keep it here."
Holding the candy wrapper in her hand, Yara didn’t know what to say for a mont, avoiding his gaze by looking out the window.
She knew her eyes had turned red, and she could only use this way to hide.
The car had been driving for an unknown amount of ti, long enough for Yara’s emotions to gradually calm down, yet the next second, Franklin suddenly spoke up from his seat beside her.
He said, "Why?"
Yara was taken aback, looked at him, "What?"
"I an, why are you avoiding ?" Franklin stared straight ahead, his expression unchanged, but his knuckles gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly, "Why are you being so polite to ?"
Yara was montarily at a loss for words.
She didn’t know where to start, nor did she know if she should start.
She remained silent for a long ti, and suddenly Franklin pulled the car over to the side of the road.
Yara’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at Franklin.
Franklin lowered his gaze slightly, his hands with distinctly defined knuckles tightly gripping the steering wheel, revealing a bit of his indescribable emotions.
Yara looked at him, feeling a complex, indescribable pain in her heart.
She suddenly recalled two months ago, when Evelyn went missing and she was on the verge of breaking down. Franklin ca to her and said he would definitely be by her side.
No matter how far, how long, he would be with her to find her best friend.
At that ti Yara thought, perhaps she would never like another person in this lifeti, because she had seen soone as good as Franklin.
But she felt even sadder.
Yara thought, soone so good was destined not to be with her.
"Yara..."
Franklin’s voice had sohow turned hoarse, "I think you have long understood my feelings."
Yara’s hand trembled slightly, she rubbed the candy wrapper in her palm several tis, forming a crumpled ball, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.
"Yes, I understand." Yara lowered her gaze, a silent bitter smile appeared at the corner of her lips, her voice still calm and steady, "Even if I understand, what difference does it make?"
Franklin looked at her, his deep black eyes only reflected Yara’s image.
Yara felt his gaze, "Actually, Evelyn told a long ti ago, I know... Violet really doesn’t think much of ."
Franklin’s pupils slightly trembled; he instinctively wanted to say sothing, but when he opened his mouth, he found he didn’t know what to say.
"I think, Violet’s views won’t easily change and even if she does, I won’t degrade myself."
Yara looked up, her tightly clenched hand gradually relaxing, revealing the candy wrapper’s original form.
Small, pink, a crumpled little ball.
"Franklin Ford." Yara called his full na like this for the first ti, "Let’s both be alright."
Yara put down the candy and got out of the car.
She didn’t look back, nor did she shed any tears. At this point, she felt an indescribable calm and peace.
However, footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer, hastily approaching her.
Yara was pulled from behind into an embrace.
"I don’t want this, Yara. I don’t want it..." Franklin’s voice was deep, frighteningly husky, "When all of this is over, give another chance, okay?"
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