A faint smile graced Sandra's lips.

"Wesley, are you here to pick me up?"

Wesley's reverie was interrupted.

Is Sandra that person?

He believed so.

If it's indeed the case, this is the second chance bestowed upon him by fate.

He can no longer evade it.

He must give it a try.

"Yes."

His response was like an electric current.

Trembling, Sandra felt her cheeks flush.

Her breath grew tense.

"So thoughtful."

She glanced ...