Rosiley didn't realize Rorey's hate for her was deeply rooted. But even if she knew it, she would not care at all. She hated Rorey just as much. There was nobody else she hated more than her.
Rosiley left the party and was going to take a taxi to Sachin's house.
After all the hostility she had suffered tonight, the first person she thought of was Sachin.
The man looked unapproachable but could always cast away the shadow of her heart and warm her.
Rosiley was eager to leave and didn't notice a person standing not far away.
"“Rosiley!" A man called her softly.
Rosiley stopped and looked back.
A man in a black tuxedo, who stood under the streetlight, exuded the extraordinary elegance and dignity. With the soft glow falling on him, he was dazzlingly attractive.
"Sachin?" Rosiley was a little surprised to see him but she was delighted, too.
The moment she thought of him, he was here!
When she saw Sachin, she felt magically reassured. "Why are you here?” Rosiley went to him quickly.