Ashton was clueless about Layla's thoughts at that time.

All he knew was that his heart felt like it was shattering.

He sat alone in the café for hours, gazing out the window as Layla's car slowly disappeared into the growing traffic of the evening rush.

A part of him wanted to catch up with her and figure out what was going on, but the anger from their argument consumed him. He grew furious, picked up things from the table and smashed them towards the window.

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