When they moved out, all the elders of the Dale family came out to see them off. At that moment, Lucy felt that they had completely come to an end. From now on, she would have to face everything on her own. But maybe that was for the best. In the most expensive neighborhood in Nashwark, the house Christopher had given her was on the top floor. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could overlook the vast blue ocean. She stood by the window, looking outside, pondering how to bring up her resignation. Christopher came down from upstairs. She heard his steady and composed footsteps, turned around. “Mr. Dale.” “Hmm, there are a few men’s clothes upstairs, just for show. Don’t mind them,” he said. “Alright,” she replied. It was just a matter of cooperating with him to put on a show; it wasn’t difficult. Moreover, at this point, he had been polite, easygoing, and had never made things difficult for her. “Don’t be late tomorrow morning,” he said lightly, about to leave. “Mr. Dale, I want to resign,” she said, turning to look at his tall figure walking away, bravely bringing it up. She thought that since he had never troubled her, how could she make things difficult for him? This man she had secretly admired for so long. Christopher stopped and turned to look at her, asked in a low voice, “What did you say?” “I want to resign. my friend needs an assistant and asked me to help,” she said, not daring to meet his gaze, lowering her eyes humbly as she spoke. “No.” “No? Why not?” She stared at him in disbelief, doubting if she had misheard. Wasn’t he supposed to hope she would take the initiative to leave? Didn’t he dislike her enough to agree immediately? He walked back slowly and came towards her. For a few seconds, Lucy even forgot how to breathe, staring blankly as he strode closer with his long legs. “How old are you?” he suddenly asked. Lucy looked at him in confusion. “Twenty-three.” “Twenty-three is old enough to be mature. Think carefully before you speak,” he reminded her as he looked down at her. Lucy stared at him in confusion, and replied, “I have thought it through.” “Then think it through again.” “…” He was clearly displeased, his expression suddenly turning cold and grim. Lucy was genuinely confused. How else was she supposed to think it through? Did he not want her to resign? “I want to see you standing at the office doot tomorrow morning. Don’t make me teach you how to do things,” he warned her in a deep voice before turning and walking away. But even after he left, she still couldn’t understand his meaning. She hadn’t asked him to teach her how to do things, she had always been considerate of him. He wanted a divorce, and she signed the papers without waiting for him to bring it up. He didn’t want to see her, so she had offered to resign. Yet, why was he still dissatisfied? Was it her attitude when resigning that was wrong? Then how should she phrase it to make him satisfied? Even if he could barely accept her continuing to work at the Dale Corp., she couldn’t do it anymore. Her colleagues had mentioned that while he was stationed out of town, Emily had been picking him up from work every day, practically acting as his driver. She didn’t want to witness her husband—no, her ex-husband—showing off his affection with another woman right in front of her. At that moment, she had no idea that soon, she would meet that woman and witness what she least wanted to see. Her phone suddenly rang, snapping her out of her thoughts. She reached into her pants pocket to retrieve it, but when she saw the word “Honey” on the screen, her heart began to race. He had just left—why was he calling again? “Order a bouquet of roses for tonight, prepare a birthday gift, and deliver them to your downstairs.” “Okay.” She felt a bit confused, but she could tell from his tone that he was treating her like a secretary. Whose birthday was it? Roses? It had to be a woman. And for a woman worthy of receiving roses from Christopher, especially downstairs… a wave of sourness welled up inside her heart. — 8:00 pm, downstairs.