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One early evening, around the time people got off work, Calla hurried out of a tall building, dressed in a black cashmere coat. She had a leather bag slung over her shoulder and five or six packages in her arms. Holding a stack of courier slips, she rushed to the courier company across the street.She had to get these packages sent out right away. Then, she needed to rush home to feed Clover, who was surely waiting anxiously.Amidst the chaos, the traffic light ahead turned red for pedestrians. Calla glanced up and saw that this red light would last 95 seconds. It was rush hour, and the traffic was heavy. Though anxious, she had no choice but to stand there, waiting for the light to turn green.At the same time, inside a cafe by the street, soft music floated through the air. The cafe was quite empty at this hour, with only a few people inside. Sitting by the window was a man in a black suit, his head tilted slightly. A mere few feet away, a crosswalk captured his dark, unfathomable

Mercer let out a smug chuckle upon hearing this. "Calla will never fall in love with another man!""Are you that sure of yourself?" Simon asked."Of course." Mercer spoke briefly, then stared out the car window and into the night. His eyebrows drew together in a thoughtful frown.After work that evening, Pierre headed straight to Calla's place. This had become routine; if he had no business engagements, he usually had dinner there. Both Fiona and Calla were there, saving him from having to cook for himself, which he couldn't do himself anyway.As soon as he entered, Pierre saw Calla sitting on the couch, holding a bottle of liniment. Grimacing in pain, she applied it to her ankle and calf."What happened?" Pierre put down his briefcase and walked over with a concerned expression."I took a fall," Calla replied with a strained smile.She had indeed taken quite a hard tumble today, so much so that she couldn't get up for a while. Fortunately, the people around were kind enough

Things were not going as Calla had expected. Pierre had been avoiding her altogether for several days. His absence only made her feel more uncomfortable.After dinner one evening, Calla was packing some orders on the living room floor. Meanwhile, Fiona was busy clearing the table.As she wiped the table, Fiona asked, "Ms. Sherman, do you think I did something to offend Mr. Garland? Why hasn't he come over for dinner today even though he's back home? Maybe he dislikes my cooking now."Hearing this, Calla looked up and asked, "Pierre went straight home after work tonight?""Yes, I saw him when I went out to take the trash. I even asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner, but he said no," Fiona replied.Calla then realized he was avoiding her on purpose. "Maybe he has a date later."Fiona suddenly said, "Oh, I remember now. Mr. Garland seems to have a bad cold. He was sneezing a lot just earlier, and he didn't look well.""What? Is he sick?" Calla frowned at this."Yes, that

This time, Pierre didn't grab Calla's wrist to prevent her from leaving as he had before. The next moment, Calla slipped on her shoes and fled.It wasn't until he heard the soft sound of the door closing that Pierre opened his drowsy eyes. Calla had left only a dim wall lamp on for him.He rested his head on his arms, gazing at the ceiling, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.Earlier that afternoon, he had been cursing this sudden cold. When he got home from work last night, his body was so sore that he couldn't even get out of bed. But now, he believed that this cold was a blessing in disguise—especially the high fever. It had brought him unexpected gains.Pierre buried his face in the blanket, inhaling deeply. There was a scent left by Calla, a pleasant smell that left him savoring. Calla returned to the unit across from Pierre's. After checking on Clover, who was sound asleep, she turned and went into the bathroom to shower.The hot water rained down on her, was

Under Pierre's ardent insistence, Calla couldn't refuse and had to get into his car.During the ride, Calla stared out of the car window. She was sure Pierre kept stealing glances at her, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.That faint smile made Calla feel uneasy. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. His presence, once so comforting, now left her feeling unsettled and adrift."I apologize for troubling you last night. You were up all night taking care of me, missed your breakfast, and might even be late for work." Pierre finally spoke.Glad that Pierre had broken the long silence, Calla hastened to say, "It's not like you planned to be sick. And since you're driving me to work, I should be on time."She glanced at her phone; there was definitely still time before she'd be late. But his mention of taking care of him all night made her blush. In truth, it was more like they hugged each other all night.