A Quiet Exit for a Loud Love novel

---- identification document when collecting your passport during business hours." Julia read the message three times before bursting into laughter. Tears streamed down her face in the middle of her laughing . They fell onto her phone screen atop the word "approved". Everything had finally come to an end. She no longer had to count the time, waiting for him to come home. She didn't have to eat the cold dinner alone late at night or endure Tessa's disdainful look.

More importantly , she could finally let go of her past self, who was simultaneously detaching while guarding memories with pain. The next day, after Julia got discharged from the hospital, she hurried to the visa center to collect her passport and flight tickets. When she arrived home at the villa, she saw Dylan and Kaitlyn chatting in the living room, while the bodyguard moved some luggage to the guest bedroom. They turned to look at her.

Dylan shied away and explained , 'Kaitlyn's parents are traveling abroad. She'll crash at our place for a while because she's scared to be home alone. ---- "Our families are longtime friends and business partners. I have a responsibility to look after her." But he didn't have to explain himself. After today, he and Julia would go their separate ways. Julia gave them a nod and proceeded to go upstairs . "By the way..." Kaitlyn suddenly addressed Julia. " Dylan and I will attend a musical later.

Would you like to join us?" Dylan hurriedly answered on Julia's behalf, "She should rest at home since she has a hand injury. Besides, it's not like she will appreciate musicals." Julia stopped dead in her tracks. She spun around, flashing them a pale smile. "Right. I won't appreciate musicals." Not long after they left, Julia finished packing her stuff. Standing in the middle of the bedroom, she scanned the space that carried all her expectations . It was empty now.

In the photo on the coffee table, Dylan stared at her with tenderness as though he only had eyes for her. She gently ran her fingers along the photo frame before putting it face down on the table. After walking over to the door, she left her keys on the dresser next to the entryway before quietly closing the ---- door. Three years ago, she saved a young man stained in blood from the alleyway. He was like a fallen star. Now, she had to leave him quietly with all her belongings. As the lights in the villa dimmed, she felt as if the brilliant star had never shone into her life before.