"What are you to him?" Rosalie Hart didn't answer Amanda Smith's question, but instead threw out another one, her tone unfriendly.
"I am his friend."
Friend?
What kind of friend?
She hadn't seen Evan Willow with any friends since she came here, let alone a female friend.
Rosalie Hart's heart skipped a beat, and a vague silhouette suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Could it be...that person?
She had a strange feeling inside, eager to drive Amanda Smith away right now, yet also curious to open the door and meet the woman Evan Willow had admired for over a decade.
What was so holy about her that she could make a man like Evan Willow fall deeply in love?
With this thought in mind, Rosalie Hart opened the front door.
Amanda Smith had thought the person in front of her wouldn't open the door for her, but when she came back to her senses, the iron gate was opened.
