Marianne decided to come back to Felix's apartment. She took a deep breath and went inside the house. As she entered she then saw him on the sofa, reading some books. "I'm home!" she then walked towards the door of her room, but Felix stopped her. She could feel the loud throb of her chest as she turned to face him. "Yes?" Felix then stood and without hesitation, he gently grabbed her and hugged her. Her eyes widened in surprise as Felix's arms enveloped her in a warm embrace. For a moment, Marianne was taken aback by the unexpected gesture. She felt the tension in her shoulders begin to melt away, replaced by the comfort of his presence. "W-What are you doing?" she stammered. Felix pulled back, looking into her eyes with a mix of sincerity and determination. "I got worried about you. Where have you been? Don't you know I've been waiting for you since last night?" Marianne's eyes softened, and she felt a warmth spreading through her. The concern in Felix's eyes was genuine, a

Amid the dimly lit ambiance of the bar, Ethel moved with practiced grace behind the counter, expertly mixing drinks for the lively crowd. The air was thick with the mingling scents of various spirits, laughter, and the distant beat of music. As the night unfolded, the bar became a sanctuary for those seeking a temporary escape from reality. In the midst of the energetic chatter and clinking glasses, the door swung open, and a figure stepped in from the cold night. The door chimed, announcing the entrance of a new customer. Ethel glanced up, momentarily diverting her attention from the cocktail shaker in her hands. Her eyes met those of a solitary man who seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. She narrowed her eyes as she remembered that man, it was the man who bumped at her; the rude man. The man, oblivious to the recognition in Ethel's eyes, scanned the bar before making his way to an empty stool. He took a seat, his gaze fixed on the assortment of liquor bottles

"Felix?" "Yes, Father?" "Next week, you will be having your formal announcement for getting married with you wife, and... there are reporters, make sure not to get into trouble," his father uttered. "I know, father." In the dimly lit study of the Anderson residence, Eric leaned back in his leather chair, a sly grin playing on his lips as he and Charlotte hatched their sinister plan. The room was filled with the scent of aged mahogany and the soft glow of antique lamps, casting an eerie ambiance over the scene. "So, Charlotte," Eric said, his voice low and conspiratorial, "we need to play this smart. We can't leave any room for mistakes. Once Marianne is out of the picture, Felix will come running back to me for support, and that business will be mine again." Charlotte, dressed impeccably in a sharp suit that mirrored Eric's ruthless demeanor, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, Eric. We have to be strategic and discreet. We can't afford any slip-ups. What's our first move?" Eric

"Don't play with my emotions, Felix. I can't handle any more confusion and let's just stay what we really are."Felix noticed the change in Marianne's attitude after what had happened between. He knew that they're just doing business, but Marianne seems to develop some sort of real feelings towards him. As the day passed by, Marianne and Felix's relationship got even more apart. Marianne focused herself at work, to avoid any thoughts about Felix and her feelings. She always stay late, just to entertain herself with some other stuff that can make her feel fine. As she glanced at the clock, it was already pass 7 pm. The office was nearly deserted, with only the hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of the city filtering through the windows. Marianne sighed, realizing that she had been avoiding the inevitable confrontation with Felix. The unresolved tension between them hung in the air like an unspoken truth.Felix, on the other hand, sat at his desk, staring at the comput

The rhythmic sound of crashing waves provided a comforting backdrop as Marianne strolled along the shore, the golden hues of the sunset reflecting on the water. The beach held a special place in her heart, a sanctuary where the vastness of the ocean seemed to absorb her worries and grief. As Marianne walked, she couldn't help but recall the countless childhood memories spent with her father by the sea. He used to build sandcastles with her, teach her how to skip stones, and share stories of his own youth. The beach, once a place of joy, now held bittersweet nostalgia. With each step, Marianne felt a subtle transformation within. The gentle lapping of the waves and the distant calls of seagulls created a soothing melody, inviting her to let go of the pain that clung to her heart. She found a secluded spot and settled down on the warm sand, staring out into the horizon. A soft breeze carried the scent of saltwater, and Marianne closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the