Rebecca went blank for a moment.

After loving Zachary for so long, how could she just stop? But whether she loved him or not, it didn't matter anymore.

"It isn't important anymore," Rebecca lay down her wrist and turned to look out the window. Whether she loved Zachary or not, she couldn't have him. Zachary loved Danielle, and her love was just a burden to him.

She'd rather keep her dignity.

"Ivan—" Rebecca suddenly pointed outside. A small fountain plaza was ...