Chapter 237 Ch Two Hundred And Thirty Seven

• It was late in the night already, and Dylan was just driving Zoe back home. She sat in the back seat and slouched her back comfortably against the leather chair, with her neck hanging sideways against the closed window in the most elegant way ever.
• Somehow, she was trying not to think of it earlier. She was trying not to think of having to sit before Andre in her office, and talk so casually. It reminded her of Audrey. It reminded her of the woman whose dreams were stolen, and a woman whom somehow no one seemed to remember.
• It made her heart ache that even her husband seemed to have no ounce of sadness for her death. His expression turned even colder at the mention of her name.