Eugene didn't pressure Lydia to give him an answer right away. He simply gave her a guest room to rest.

At this point, Lydia wasn't sure where else she could go. She had turned off her phone and didn't want to see Quincy. She couldn't face going home, so she silently agreed to stay.

The next morning, after turning her phone back on, she found more than a dozen missed calls, all from Quincy.

"Miss Lydia?" came a knock at the door, followed by a voice she didn't recognize. "Are you awake?"

Lydia opened the door to find a middle-aged woman with a kind face, holding a bowl of chicken soup. The faint aroma made her stomach rumble.

Seeing Lydia's confused expression, the woman quickly explained, "I'm the housekeeper here, you can call me Mrs. Lucy. Mr. Ford told me not to disturb you, but it's almost noon, and I was worried you hadn't eaten yet. So, I brought some congee for you." She placed the bowl on the nearby table.

you to do

Mrs. Lucy said with a gentle smile. "Mr. Ford seems really concerned about you. To be honest,

aware of Eugene's feelings for her. In hindsight, she regretted getting into his car

been thinking clearly, she wouldn't have followed

suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no! Miss Lydia, did you catch

Lydia could respond, Mrs. Lucy

tell Mr. Ford. He should come back right

the office earlier, Lydia quickly stopped her. "No, really, there's no

events of the previous night still weighed heavily on Lydia, and the last thing she wanted was to be further entangled with Eugene. The more she involved him, the harder it would be to pull away later Mrs.

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