"No," Mabel Quinn blurted out in denial, even though she had tried hard to calm herself down. However, her stiff voice still betrayed her unease.
Kyle Kinston narrowed his eyes, his gaze burning, "We've met." This sentence was no longer a question but a statement.
"How could we have met? I'm just a small-time screenwriter, and you're a CEO. Besides, I'm in G City, and you're from Falling City. There's no way we could have met, right?" Mabel Quinn said.
But the sharpness in his eyes did not decrease, it increased instead. Among the fleeting images in his mind, he was absolutely certain that she was in them, with both images of her smiling and crying. So surely, they had met.
But… why doesn't he remember? Logically, she was his lifeline, she should have been the most profound presence in his memory.
