That day, he had been waiting for her since early on, yet by the time night fell, heavy with dew, and as dawn approached, she had not appeared.
It was the most protracted and tormenting night of his life.
Ten hours of time entirely exhausted his patience and temper.
Nevertheless, he later learned that those ten hours were just the beginning... because, on the second day, the third day, the fourth day... and even until the two-thousandth day, she never showed up again.
She was like a fleeting dream in his life, hasty in both her arrival and departure.
She took his heart with her relentless entanglement, then irresponsibly ran off to the United States.
It's unknown to anyone that Isabel Smith and Percy Stanton knew each other, after all, their encounters were limited.
He was a genuine noble young master, humble and powerful on the outside, yet arrogantly superior on the inside.
He had every right to be arrogant.