The warm water from the shower cascaded down, providing a momentary escape for Marianne. The rhythmic sound of the rain outside merged with the soothing flow, creating a cocoon of tranquility. Yet, beneath the surface calm, her thoughts swirled in a tempest of confusion. As Marianne emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush towel, she found Felix sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the rain-kissed window. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, a subtle tension lingering in the air. Felix turned to her with a soft smile as she entered. "Feel better?" Marianne nodded, unable to decipher the myriad of emotions coursing through her. The intimate setting, coupled with Felix's unexpected playfulness, left her feeling both vulnerable and intrigued. Felix stood up, gesturing towards the bed. "Here are some clothes I bought earlier, get changed." he said and then he walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. Marianne, still wrapped in the towel, watched Felix disapp

She could see how Marianne was hurting despite the fact that their relationship is built by an agreement. She knew that Marianne is doing all of those things for her mother's medication and for them to survive. Ethel knew that her friend is willing to do everything for her mother.Ethel smiled, her eyes filled with empathy. "That's the spirit, Marianne. You deserve someone who sees you for more than just a part of an agreement. Focus on yourself, on your dreams and aspirations. And remember, I'm here for you whenever you need to talk."As days turned into weeks, Marianne tried to distance herself emotionally from the complexities of her relationship with Felix. She threw herself into work, finding solace in the familiar routines and goals she had set for herself. The city's hustle and bustle provided a distraction, a way for her to keep moving forward."Marianne?" Felix called her and then she went straight to his office. "Yes, Mr. Anderson?" she asked. Felix raised his head and loo

As Marianne left the restaurant and walked through the quiet streets, she couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within her. The evening with Sam had provided a temporary escape, but the lingering thoughts of Felix and their complicated dynamic persisted. Meanwhile, Felix was there. He saw everything what Marianne and Sam do. He clenched his fists while looking at her; the way she laughed, the way she smiled at Sam, it makes him angry at her. His jaw tightened as he watched Marianne from a distance, his emotions in turmoil. The sight of her with someone else, even if it was just a setup, stirred a strange sense of possessiveness within him. He hadn't anticipated feeling this way, and it fueled the frustration he had been trying to contain. As Marianne walked away from the restaurant, Felix found himself conflicted. He wanted to confront her, to understand why she was seeking companionship elsewhere, but at the same time, he knew he had no right to question her choices. Thei

The following day, Marianne woke up with a heavy headache. She slowly got up from her bed and roamed her eyes around. She went outside and found out that Felix cooked something for her before he left the house. The scent of breakfast wafted through the air as Marianne stumbled into the kitchen. There, on the table, was a simple spread prepared by Felix – scrambled eggs, toast, and a cup of coffee. The guilt-laden gesture spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the emotional storm that had transpired the night before. Marianne hesitated for a moment, her gaze lingering on the carefully arranged meal. The silence in the room echoed the remnants of their argument, and the weight of unspoken apologies hung in the air. She picked up the cup of coffee, the warmth seeping into her hands providing a brief respite. As she took a tentative sip, the bitterness of the brew mirrored the lingering taste of regret. The events of the previous night played in her mind like a relentless loop, and

Back at the Anderson mansion, Felix father, Ramon, seethed with anger as he paced back and forth in his study. The news of Marianne's refusal to comply with his wishes had stirred a storm within him. He couldn't fathom the audacity of this woman who dared to challenge the longstanding traditions of the Anderson family.Ramon's frustration escalated as he contemplated the potential consequences of Marianne's defiance. His mind raced with thoughts of family reputation, the future of the Anderson legacy, and the disdainful whispers that might circulate within their elite social circles.Unable to contain his anger, Ramon decided to take matters into his own hands. He reached for his phone and dialed a number he knew all too well."Anthony," he spoke sternly into the phone. "I need you to come to the mansion immediately. We have an urgent matter to discuss."Within the hour, Anthony, Ramon's secret detective, arrived at the mansion. Ramon wasted no time, his frustration evident in the dee