All Chapters of Contract Over: You're Free to Go: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

At Sil Studio in the Meliere Art District, Silas stood by the electric kettle, waiting for the black tea that was keeping him functional to finish brewing.After kicking Teresa out of the studio yesterday evening, he had done something he never did—he went home instead of working late.He had assumed that after throwing such harsh words and slapping that agreement back in her face, he would feel a cathartic, vengeful relief. But reality proved that he had overestimated himself.Last night, he had spent the whole night lying awake on his single bed in his apartment. All that kept replaying in his mind was Teresa crouched on the floor, scrambling to pick up the papers, and her red-rimmed eyes filled with disbelief.His mind was a mess. Half of him cursed himself for being too cold, while the other half warned him that giving in now would only mean repeating the same mistakes.This morning, he arrived at the studio an hour early, with dark circles under his eyes, and tried to bury hi

Silas' fingers flew across the screen, tapping on WhatsApp and typing Teresa's name into the search bar with practiced ease.The chat box with a plain black profile picture popped up.But just as he was about to tap the "Insert Image" button and send the blueprint, his eyes fell on the three lines of text sitting quietly at the bottom of the screen."I'm sorry for causing you trouble all this time, Silas. I won't bother you anymore. Take care."It had been five days.The chat log had been silent like a pool of stagnant water, never kicking up a ripple. The typing indicator never appeared either.As Silas held his phone, his fingertip hovered over the screen. An overwhelming sense of absurdity and sharp emptiness suddenly washed over and drowned him like a tidal wave.He had won. He had reclaimed his baseline as a man and won back his dignity as a designer.Brimming with a mix of triumph, spite, and the intoxicating thrill of retaliation, he was ready to shove his gleaming troph

Dex rubbed his chin and stared at the side-by-side lighting contrast between the two sample boards. His expression loosened slightly, though he still wasn't ready to agree."What you're saying… makes sense, but it's way over the budget. When I took over the project, I ran the numbers. Just your exterior system costs nearly 30,000 dollars more than if I hired someone to redo it from scratch. 30,000 dollars, my friend, is enough to buy a solid used car."Silas' heart stirred slightly."30,000 dollars is definitely no small sum, Mr. Hansen," he said, setting his marker down and slowing his tone. "But have you calculated the payback period for this investment?"Dex blinked. "Payback?""Correct."Silas walked up to the whiteboard and sketched a quick layout on a clean section. "I reviewed the peak and off-peak occupancy rates and average daily rates for three mid-to-high-end boutique inns in this region. Your location is the best, as it's the only inn offering an unobstructed view of

"Come on. Let's head over to the steakhouse. Gotta fuel up before doing hard labor for our investor," Avery said.Silas helplessly shook his head and followed her downstairs. Miranda's down-to-earth call for help completely washed away the subtle irritation Teresa had brought on earlier.…On Saturday morning, Bellmere was greeted by a rare sunny day for early spring.Silas woke up at 7:00 am. He opened his simple closet and pushed aside the usual black, white, and gray suits for client meetings. From the bottom, he dug out a clean set of light-gray activewear and a pair of white air-cushioned running shoes.There was no way he could show up at a sports day in dress shoes and slacks, then try to run an obstacle course.After washing up, he ran a hand through his hair in front of the mirror.The man in the mirror was lean and tall. Though there were still faint dark circles under his eyes from years of all-nighters, he had a clean, youthful boyish charm without that usual guarded

Luna immediately puffed out her chest, looking completely serious. "I have an amazing sense of direction. I didn't get lost at the mall last time.""Alright. You're the driver, then," Silas said.Silas crouched and waited. This time, Luna didn't hesitate. She cheered, flung her arms around him, and climbed onto his back like a tiny koala."Wow! Mr. Langston, you're taller than the slide.""Hold on tight, little driver. We're going for first place."Silas hooked his arms securely beneath her knees and carried her to the starting line."Ready, set, go!"At the whistle, more than a dozen men took off with children on their backs. Silas had only recently recovered from a serious illness, so he couldn't match the explosive speed of men who practically lived at the gym, but his stride was steady and smooth.He carefully adjusted Luna as they cleared the foam obstacles. At the cones, he followed her excited cries of "Left! Right!" with exaggerated turns, complete with dramatic braking