Midnight.

In the capacious room, peace and profound tranquility suffuse, bearing traces of a lingering tranquility after sentiment.

In the aftermath of passionate sex, a touch of flushed color coats Adara Clancy's pale face as she seductively snuggles in the man's embrace.

She revels in this moment with greedy indulgence, for she senses the disparity in Lester Bradley's demeanor tonight. Not only did he not leave immediately after everything, but there was also a hint of tender pity in his actions.

For all the time they had known each other, the gentleness he offered was pathetically limited.

Therefore, she is entranced by all the unintentional tenderness he bestowed.

"Adara."

His voice is hoarse, one arm wrapped around her slender waist, a part of her that he is greatly obsessed with, a slim waist that could be entirely embraced by one arm.

Adara lifts her head. In the darkness of the night, his expression isn't clear, but she still gazes up at him.

She shrinks her shoulders and rubs against him, submissive and gentle like a kitten.

"Hmm? Are you...in a good mood today?"

She ventures to ask him.

Usually, when they are together, their actions are many, their words few.

He doesn't like her prying into his personal life.

Thus, she can only please him in other ways.

At first, she was reserved, but as time went on, he seemed particularly bewitched by her initiative.

She took pleasure in seeing such a rational and sharp man fall entranced for her.

Only at these times did she feel that there was no real distance between them.

Tonight, she had crossed a line.

Lester frowned, seemingly displeased by her prying, his voice lacking the huskiness of post-coital, restrained and cold.

"You've been with me for two years now. Is there anything you want?"

His words induced an abrupt stiffness in the tender atmosphere.

He could sense the shock and rigidity of the woman in his arms.

Even with a momentary discomfort, he stared at her face in the dark, waiting for her to respond.

She was an intelligent woman. She should understand his implication.

As the woman who had been with him for two years, as long as she didn’t overstep, he wouldn’t mistreat her in terms of finances.

The warmth in his arms disappeared, replaced by a faint chill.

She sat up, a thin quilt draped over her body, her lustrous shoulders bare.

It was like being abruptly awakened from a state of bliss.

In the darkness, the woman remained in stunned silence for a while.

Adara's voice trembled yet restrained.

"What do you mean? You want to break up with me? Why?"

Contrary to a woman's fluctuating emotions, Lester's voice was tranquilly unaffected.

"Greta has returned, I'm getting engaged, I will soon get married."

Just like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, she was stunned for a long while, her face turning pale.

So, his childhood sweetheart, his first love had returned, that's why he was in such a hurry to end their relationship and start a new life?

This indifferent tone, merely trying to make her, the displeasing woman, consciously roll away.

Greta Gentry, the universally pursued wealthy heiress, the woman who took Lester's heart away after going abroad.

She had returned, so Adara had to leave.

She didn't know how long it took for her to regain her sanity and accept reality.

"... Congratulations."

Her voice was feigned calm, slightly trembling.

After speaking, she withdrew from the warm quilt, bent over to pick up her clothes on the floor, and calmly headed to the bathroom.

Switching on the light, the dim yet cold hue could sober up a person.

Lester knitted his brows, her reaction was somewhat unexpected, he casually picked up a cigarette from the bedside table, and lit it.

A few minutes later.

She emerges from the bathroom, neatly dressed and preparing to bid him farewell, intending to leave with dignity.

He watched her, the cigarette between his fingers burnt halfway, his voice neither cold nor warm.

"You're sensible enough. If you really don't want to part from me, you can continue to live here. I'll come to see you a few times every month and I'll keep depositing money into your account.

Of course, this relationship should not be disclosed."

He felt that he had given her a face-saving way out.

She must be overjoyed, right?