Chapter 5

I turned my head bit by bit, stiffly and robotically.

Jackson was standing right behind me, wearing that gentle smile I knew all too well.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black trench coat, looking like he'd come from a business meeting. He was slightly disheveled, yet he still exuded that air of elegance and privilege.

But in his eyes, there wasn't a trace of warmth, only an icy, unfathomable depth.

Passengers flowed past us, none of them noticing the undercurrents swirling right here.

'H-How is he here? Wasn't he supposed to be away on business?'

My brain emptied…