Trapped in the Residual Warmth of Past Love

He moved only a little and then gave up.

"You don't know." I said the answer that already existed in my mind.

After all, someone who didn't even go home probably didn't even know what his bedroom door looked like.

He maintained his usual silence.

"Do you remember what the birthday present I gave you was two years ago?"

"It's a tie, burgundy twill," He answered quickly and easily.

"Where is this tie now?"

"Isn't it in our closet?"

My expression told him that he was wrong.

That tie had already been thrown into the hotel's trash can by Angela.

[I'm sorry, Mrs. Vanderbilt. I meant to send it to Mr. Vanderbilt.]

[When he wakes up, he'll know. I threw away the tie because it was dirty.]

Angela, who was known to be a very good social person, knew that it was a birthday present I gave him.

Seeing that he looked confused, I told him the correct answer directly.

After hearing this, he quickly denied it.

"Impossible.

"Angela knows her limits and won't throw it away so easily.

"Did you misunderstand?"

Having said that, there was no need to continue the conversation.

Anyway, no matter what I said, he would probably choose to believe Angela.

Putting the pregnancy test photo in front of him, I advised him to learn from his mistakes and stay with Angela till the end of his life.

He wanted to say something, but finally shut up.

I knew then that he was aware of this matter.

I handed him my lawyer's business card and was about to turn and leave.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly.

"Ruby.

"I was too drunk that night, so I mistook her for you. Just once.

"We didn't tell you because we were afraid of hurting you.

"Don't worry. She said she would get rid of it."