Chapter 151

A thousand thoughts churned in my mind as I looked at Wynnie standing outside the car. I didn't want to talk to her. "Let's go. Please hurry up." The taxi driver glanced at the anxious Wynnie and asked tentatively, "Young man, that woman is your lover, isn't she?" She wasn't! The woman I loved had died eight years ago, on the night when we had broken up. The one outside the car now was merely a figment of my heartbreaking imagination. "I don't know her. Maybe she thought I was someone else." The driver nodded doubtfully and stepped on the gas pedal. We were getting further away from the hospital entrance. She didn't run after us. I heard her phone ringing just now. Maybe Richard called her. That's for the best. If Richard kept her occupied, she might leave me alone. I hoped Richard was capable enough of keeping her out of my life. … A heavy downpour suddenly started the moment the taxi stopped in front of the villa. The driver offered to let me wait in the taxi until the rain e