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.

to

about you. To be honest, I've worked for

moved slightly, but she didn't know what to say. She was well aware of Eugene's feelings for her. In

events, and the rain had clouded her judgment. If she had been thinking clearly, she wouldn't

"Oh no! Miss Lydia, did you catch a

Mrs. Lucy was

should come back

wasn't there because he had gone to the office earlier, Lydia quickly stopped her. "No, really, there's

last thing she wanted was to be further entangled with Eugene. The more she involved him, the

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