A heart-warming sensation stirred within Justin.


    He reached his hand behind Be''s neck and pressed her toward him to deepen the kiss.


    The olddy in the food truck turned away to clear some tables. She knew it was best to give the


    couple some privacy.


    The sweet kiss between Justin and Be was a punch in Christopher''s gut.


    Christopher felt like his heart was ripped apart.


    Taylor sighed glumly.


    Anything could be obtained through effort and maniption except love.


    Christopher poured his heart and soul into Be, but she threw herself at Justin anyway.


    Justin did not deserve Be.


    Be pulled back from Justin''s lips, her eyes glossy. She choked with sobs and said, "Things were


    tough for you, Justin. But that''s in the past now. The good life is waiting for us."


    "You make me the happiest man alive." Justin pulled her into his arms and held her tight while


    dreaming of their beautiful future together.


    He was not a romantic, nor did he know the right things to say.


    However, Justin was willing to put in the effort to learn for Be.


    Be nestled in his embrace and listened to his steady heartbeat. A lump was caught in her throat as


    she turned tearful.


    "Are you crying, Be?" Justin was surprised.


    "It''s all your fault." Be nuzzled his chest and whined.


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    Feeling something stirring inside, Justin lowered his gaze and asked, "What''s wrong? Do you feel bad


    for your man?"


    Be was too embarrassed to admit it, but the glistening tears in her eyes gave away the answer.


    "Don''t cry, silly girl. The hardships make me stronger. Tough situations don''t scare me. In fact, I love


    facing adversities because they are opportunities to grow."


    Justin was ovee with emotions. While he did feel bad, he was relieved and happy to feel


    connected to Be. "Do you know how grateful I am to have survived my childhood and my service in


    Kridor? Otherwise, I would never have the chance to fall in love with you."


    Under a sky dusted with stars and bathed in moonlight, a soft breeze brushed against their backs as


    they stood close, a warm silence enveloping them.


    They did not notice a sedan keeping too close of an eye on them from across the road.


    "It''ste, Mr. Iverson. We should head back." Taylor wiped his sweat and spoke cautiously.


    Slumping against his seat in dejection, Christopher closed his bloodshot eyes and removed his gold-


    rimmed sses once more.


    Then came a crack.


    "Mr. Iverson! You..." Taylor looked back in shock.


    Christopher crushed his sses with his bare hands and held them tight in his grip as the shattered


    ss pierced his skin. Blood crept out of the gap between his shaking fingers and dripped into the


    darkness. Taylor was terrified.


    The pair of sses was Christopher''s personal item that he had had with him since Taylor began


    working for him.


    Yet Christopher went as far as to destroy it. He was clearly hurting and furious.


    "Didn''t you say that Wyatt couldn''t find Be? Well, we have a clue now."


    Christopher opened his grimacing eyes and pulled out his phone to dial Wyatt''s number.


    The next day, James walked out of the prosecutor''s office after a long, hard interrogation. He was


    drained.