After recalling what happened last time, she felt furious.
"What are you here for?" Ye Lu turned her face away, her tone cold and rigid.
Third Young Master Jun gazed at her with dreamy eyes and smiled faintly: "I missed you. I wanted to see you, so I came."
Ye Lu's lips curled into a sarcastic sneer: "Is that so? You came to see me because you missed me? I doubt I have such luck. You must have another purpose for attending this banquet! If it's not me you're here for, then why pretend like this?"
He hadn't reached out, not once, since their last aloof parting. He hadn't cared for her, nor had he checked on her.
She truly couldn't understand why he could become so indifferent, treating her like someone irrelevant, with no concern—not even for their unborn child. Her stomach still carried his child.
She felt so exhausted, finding it harder and harder to see through him.
