As his sharp eyes stared ahead, the memory from when he met Starla last time returned to flash in his mind.
The man couldn't stop his hands from squeezing the wheel tighter. His crumpled brows showed that his blood boiled with the anger and disappointment bottling up in his chest.
It hurt him so much that Starla chose to doubt him and believe Ryley's words...
How could she trust the words coming out of someone else's mouth she barely knew instead of him, her own lover?
Even if she couldn't openly defend him in front of Ryley, at least she shouldn't outright accuse him of cheating on her.
Vincent knew Ryley was trying to separate him from Starla, he was definitely responsible for making things between him and Starla cold...
But no matter how much Vincent convinced himself that it was Ryley's fault... he couldn't forget the way Starla looked at him when she demanded him to tell her the truth...