Chapter 3

The night I got the pregnancy test results.

I sent Martha, the housekeeper, home to rest. I cooked dinner myself.

I prepared a lavish meal, waiting for Nealon to return, intending to confess my feelings.

If he loved me back, I would tell him about that night, and we would be together.

If he didn't, I would leave.

But it wasn't until eleven o'clock that Nealon finally arrived, the food long since cold.

And he wasn't alone. He brought a gorgeous woman in a red dress, intimately leaning on him.

Her personality was as vibrant and intense as her red dress.

She saw right through my carefully hidden feelings.

Deliberately wrapping her arms around Nealon’s neck, she provocatively teased me.

"Nealon, this little girl in your house, she seems quite fond of you!"

Nealon didn’t even spare me a glance. His eyes were fixed on the woman’s feet as he carefully massaged them.

"Just a kid. No need to mind her."

My blood instantly ran cold.

So that's it.

Even after all I'd done, all the obvious hints I'd dropped.

In his eyes, I was still just a child.

I rested for half a day, then took a taxi back to the villa alone.

I was ready to pack my things.

But everything I had in that villa, Nealon had given me.

I only packed a few essential clothes, taking nothing else.

At eight o'clock that evening, Nealon knocked on my door.

"Anya."

I glanced at the time, surprised. Nealon usually worked until after ten. Why was he home so early today?

I quickly dabbed on some blush in the mirror, to hide my pale complexion and any tell-tale signs, before opening the door.

To my surprise, Nealon had brought me a gift.

It was a VIP gift card, a lifetime membership, for my favorite restaurant.

"I'm sorry, Anya."

"That night, Camilla couldn't stand the smell of durian, so she threw out the food. Later, Martha told me you made it."

"This is a gift for you, consider it compensation for that day."

Nealon's eyes were sincere.

I smiled faintly, not reaching out to take it.

"It's okay, Nealon. You don't have to."

Anyway, I would be leaving in two days.

Nealon's brows furrowed.

"Why not? Don't you love that restaurant's food?"

I bit my lip, shaking my head again.

"No, really, it's fine. I'm already so grateful for your care all these years."