Chapter 475
I took a deep breath, forced myself to hold back the tears and ran out of the ballroom without looking back.
Behind me, Ethan's voice echoed, desperate and heart-wrenching. "Evelyn! Don't go! Please, give me a chance!"
The cold wind whipped through my hair. Tears froze on my cheeks, only to be swept away mercilessly by the gusts.
I had no idea how far I had run or where I had ended up. I just plunged into the endless darkness of the night.
"Miss, are you alright?" A concerned voice called from behind.
I looked up to see a well-dressed middle-aged man, his face full of worry.
"I'm fine…" I forced a weak smile. "I'm just a little tired."
"It's late, and it's not safe to be out here alone," the man said gently. "How about I give you a ride home?"
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Maybe it was the sincerity in his eyes, or maybe I was simply too exhausted to run any longer.
"Thank you…?"
"Dalton, Richard Dalton," he said with a smile. I teach at the Melando Academy of Art, a
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