Chapter 43

On the way back, Makayla occasionally glanced at me. But whenever I looked back, she would quickly look away. I had my own worries and couldn't focus on comforting her. I planned to leave after dropping her off at her apartment but she called out to me, "Xavier." I turned around. "Yes?" Her face was bruised yet still beautiful as she stood in the night. "Thank you for tonight." I smiled, turned around, and gave a casual wave before walking away with a sense of casual elegance. I felt a deep sense of sympathy for Makayla. She was a naive girl with a heart full of dreams. I could see from her clear eyes that she didn't enter the entertainment industry for money or fame but to fulfill her acting dreams. Once, I had dreams that were not driven by profit. However, as the heir of the Wright family, I was constantly embroiled in conflicts driven by interests, which made me accustomed to thinking pragmatically. Makayla's presence made me want to protect that purity unconsciously. "