Rose frowned at Oscar, who seemed reluctant to leave his food.
"Ask the waiter to pack your steak! You can continue eating at home..." said Rose and stood up from her chair.
At this moment, Rose just wanted to lay her head down and sleep. Maybe after she wakes up, her mind can think clearly—wishing there was no longer any doubt in her mind—that the man Carla Miller was about to meet was her husband.
On her way to Misty Mountains, Rose sat silently and stared at the snow-covered trees flanking the empty road leading to her house. Beautiful, calm, but unfortunately, the beautiful view was not able to make her mind calm.
She didn't know how often she had taken deep breaths, trying to breathe as much air as possible so that her chest wouldn't feel suffocating. But, no matter how much she inhaled, her chest felt heavy, as if something was pressing against her chest.
