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The next day, after my usual check-up, Sharon arrived. She brought a lot of health supplements and a few beautiful landscape paintings. With an apologetic tone, she said, “Miss White, I made a horrible mistake at the gallery the other day. It was my poor planning.” Then she took out a box from her bag. “This is for you too. It’s a set of premium freshwater pearls. I thought they’d suit your taste.”I politely declined. “You’re too kind, Miss York. I can accept the supplements, but this gift is too expensive.” She smiled. “Are you still being so polite with me? Do you think of me as an outsider?” I hesitated. I wasn’t sure what kind of relationship Nicholas had with Sharon. I didn’t want him to blame me when he found out I accepted the gift.Sharon noticed my hesitation. Sharp as ever, she caught on right away.With a warm smile, she said, “Oh, it’s really not that complicated. I just felt a connection with you and thought it’d be nice to think of you as a little sister.”I

Sharon looked at the three of us and asked, “Are you two ganging up on Eve?” Nicholas frowned. “We’re not.” She glanced at me. “Then why is she crying like that?” No one answered. None of us knew how to explain it. Nicholas turned to her. “Just try to comfort her, don’t ask too much.” Sharon nodded. Then Nicholas and Miles stepped out of the room. ... I saw them out in the hallway, lighting cigarettes and talking with their backs to me. Sharon studied my expression carefully. “Are you upset because of Julian?” I looked down and stayed silent. She sighed. “He really did seem sincere yesterday when he apologized. For someone like him to say something like that in public… it wasn’t easy.” I wiped my eyes. “I don’t want to talk about him.” Sharon understood and nodded. “Alright, then let’s change the subject. How’s your leg? It’s healing well, right? What do you plan to do once you’re better?” I froze. I’d never even thought about that. “I guess… go back to

I quickly slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch… My face is already red.”Miles stared at me, looking momentarily stunned by how flustered I wasThen, he burst into laughter.I panicked. “What are you laughing at?”Miles grinned. “You’ve been blushing this whole time?”I looked down, embarrassed. “I’m only eighteen, okay…?”Miles paused.“I really am eighteen!” I insisted.“I know…” he said, barely holding back a smile.I shot him a glare and buried my face in my hands, still blushing.“Miss White...” a familiar voice called out.I looked up and saw Chloe standing there in loose-fitting clothes.She looked completely different.Gone was her usual polished look—she wore a wide-brimmed sunhat, a black face mask that covered most of her face, and only her eyes were visible.She had on an oversized tiered dress and flats.If she hadn’t spoken, I wouldn’t have recognized her at all.I frowned. “Miss Clarke, what are you doing here?”Chloe pulled down her mask, looking like she finally let out

I was right. Julian showed up. And not only did he show up, but he also refused to leave. I told the security office I didn’t want to see him and asked them to escort him out. But half an hour later, they called me again. “Miss White, we’re really sorry, but could you come down and speak with him yourself? He just won’t leave. We’ve tried everything.” I was annoyed. “Can’t you call the police? I don’t care if he’s loitering. He’s not someone I want to see.” The guard hesitated. “Miss White, what reason would we give the police? He’s not causing a scene, and… well, he seems like someone important. We don’t have the authority to physically remove him.” That only made my frustration worse. The guard kept trying to talk me into coming down, throwing in all kinds of reassurances—saying next time, they’d leave him out in the cold, no matter who he was. After thinking it over, I threw on a coat and went downstairs. Sure enough, there he was. Julian stood in the lobby, l

Everything Julian wanted to say got stuck in his throat. I let out a cold laugh and turned to leave. This time, he didn’t follow me. But when I rounded the corner, I couldn’t help glancing back. He was still standing in the gazebo, looking hollowed-out and broken. Anyone who didn’t know the truth might’ve been moved by the sight. However, I wasn’t moved. Not even a little. ... Back in my apartment, Mary had already gone home but left me a bowl of soup. I wanted to eat, but after a few bites, I felt nauseous. No, I wasn’t pregnant—I was sure of that. But the wave of physical discomfort still hit hard. The place was quiet and empty. Dolly had already moved out, and Miles, respecting my space, never pushed to live with me. Still… tonight, staring blankly out the floor-to-ceiling windows, I felt the silence settle in deeper than usual. Then I saw it. Down on the street below, a car was parked. Someone sat beside it, smoking. The building wasn’t that high, a