Elias rode his bike as if there were no tomorrow. He sped through the freeway, overtaking every car ahead, rushing toward a single destination.
Lynsandra.
He didn't want to tell her what had happened to him—or why he ended up in such a state. If anything, he had initially planned to see her once he had healed. Once he had recovered and was well again. After all, she would ask, and he didn't want to answer.
Why?
Because…
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[What happened the night before]
Elias stopped by the side of the road, his foot planted to steady his bike. Slowly, he lifted his visor and turned his head to look across the street.
There, he saw a small flower shop and the staff preparing to close.
"..." His eyes narrowed slightly as Lynsandra crossed his mind. "I heard she's on a date."
He clicked his tongue, a sour feeling rising in his chest. However, he had already warned her. It was on her if she didn't take him seriously.
