All Chapters of Contract Over: You're Free to Go: Chapter 181 - Chapter 187

Teresa didn't seem bothered. She continued to show up in her understated, clean attire.Sometimes she left right after dropping off the food. Other times, she would stand on the first floor for a while, looking up at the busy silhouette on the second floor.Silas' current strategy was an absolute, non-violent non-cooperation. As long as Teresa was downstairs, he would never speak or set foot on the first floor.But once she left, he would wait until he was alone in the dead of the night, then silently slip downstairs and retrieve the thermal container Chloe had stowed on the fridge.It was now slowly turning into an absurd habit.Psychology claimed it took 21 days to form a new habit, but Teresa needed barely more than a week to forcefully wedge this routine back into the gears of Silas' daily life. Even he hadn't noticed that his internal biological clock was completely thrown off.Every afternoon, at around 2:50 pm, his focused mind would involuntarily wander the moment a rende

Habits would slowly build up like a thin layer of dust settling on a glass pane. It accumulated unnoticeably at first, but after growing used to its presence, a sudden clean wipe with a cloth left the transparent glass strangely unnatural instead.Teresa hadn't shown up for three consecutive days. There were no thermal containers, doorbell chimes at exactly 3:00 pm every day, or a woman in a simple sweater standing awkwardly downstairs, looking up at the second floor.The first-floor lobby of Sil Studio returned to the cool, quiet calm of its early days.Chloe, the front desk assistant, wasn't one to sit idly around. There were zero lunch deliveries to receive over the past few days, so she boredom-scrubbed the material display shelves on the first floor until they were shiny enough to double as mirrors."That's weird. Why did that gorgeous Ms. Sloan, who looks straight out of a movie, suddenly stop bringing food?"On Monday afternoon, Chloe muttered softly to herself while wateri

The air was thick with the sour, bitter coffee scent and a suffocatingly low pressure.Lester had two massive dark circles under his eyes as he struggled to map out title-division risks for the South District plot on the whiteboard. Executives sat up straight, not daring to breathe too loudly.Teresa sat at the head of the table. She wore a black silk shirt that was now badly wrinkled, and her suit jacket was casually draped over the back of her chair. Her once-perfect updo was slightly disheveled, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were cracked and dry.She had been running on full intensity for more than 70 hours, having squeezed in a total of less than five hours' sleep in the lounge.Her right hand was pressed hard against her stomach, where familiar, sharp waves of intense cramps pulsed. Cold sweat slowly seeped out along her forehead."The risk exposure on this clause is too high, Lester. Redo it. I want an airtight contingency plan before 8:00 pm."Her voice was h