Back then, Zachary was like a chosen one, and he would always look at her with that same gaze.

Rebecca once truly believed that in some of those looks, Zachary had filled his eyes with love for her.

But she had misunderstood.

Those looks were nothing more than fleeting glances—there was no love in them.

"Rebecca, would you like me? If I were to pursue you?" Victor’s voice sounded again.

Rebecca lifted her head and turned to ...