I didn't say anything, nor could I offer her any response.She pressed the ignition button and casually asked, "Why are you zoning out again?"I turned my head to look out the window, not wanting her to see the struggle and frustration in my eyes. "Just tired."After that, neither of us said a word for the rest of the ride.When the car stopped under my apartment building, I tried to quickly get out and leave. But just as I was about to, Lyra suddenly pressed the lock button.I frowned and asked her, "Mrs. Smith, is there something else?"She had already undone her seatbelt, slid over to the passenger seat, and sat on my lap, her body pressed tightly against mine. "Isaac, I want to eat the spaghetti you make."Her coy tone filled the car with a flirtatious atmosphere, throwing my mind into disarray, as if we were reliving the past.I tried to calm myself, speaking in a flat tone, "There are countless people who would love to have dinner with M

After the call connected, the police spoke sternly. "This is the Oceania precinct. May I speak with Isaac?" I had no idea why the police were calling me, and my voice got nervous for no reason. "Yes, that's me." "Roman is your friend, right?" the officer asked. Roman? Now I was even more worried. 'What does this have to do with Roman?' "Yes, Roman and I are good friends. What happened to him?" My voice was starting to shake. The officer on the phone sounded even more serious. "He got into a fight. We need you to come down and take him home." A fight? Who would Roman fight with? Roman has a temper, but he's not one to get physical easily. Who could have pushed him this far? After confirming with the officer, I quickly hailed a cab and rushed to the police station. A specific officer explained the situation to me, and only then did I understand why Roman got into the fight. After the incident at the hospital, Luka's mom wasn'

When I arrived at the nursing home, the director immediately noticed something was off about me, especially since I had a bruise on my face. She kept asking me what had happened.Because of her age, she had never gotten the hang of using a smartphone and always stuck with her old mobile phone.It seemed like she wasn't aware of the recent "public incident.""Isaac, tell me how you got that bruise on your face."I smiled casually and helped her settle into her chair. "Oh, it's nothing. No need to make a big fuss. I'm fine. You know, men sometimes get into scuffles. It's no big deal. Look at me, see? I'm perfectly fine."The old director sighed deeply, then went into the kitchen.When she came back, she was holding two peeled eggs."Here, take these," she handed me the eggs. "Roll them over your face. It might help the swelling go down."My nose stung a little as I took the eggs. "Thank you."She opened her mouth like she wanted to say some

How could I forget?That rainy night, Lyra stood at the door crying, begging me not to break up with her.And at the time, I was sitting right here.Memories flooded back, like scenes from a movie, each one piercing my heart.She was devastated, and I was in absolute agony.Back then, the Foster family had crumbled. She lost her parents, which was even harder for her. But at least she still had an aunt who loved her as if she were her own daughter.But me? Lyra took away my very will to live.If it weren't for the old director, she might never have seen me again.Lyra didn't do anything intimate with me that night. Instead, she turned on the TV and showed me some surveillance footage.The footage showed the hallway the night I left her.She cried until her voice was hoarse, pounding on the door until her hands were too weak. Even though the neighbors in the entire hallway were alerted, she refused to leave.Maybe because it was

The reason I chose to have Eve step in was because I didn't want a repeat of what happened last time, or the time before that, and see anyone other than Mr. Morris again.Eve had no problem agreeing to this small request, but then she reminded me not to hurt myself again. She only left after seeing me joking and messing around with her.A little while later, I got a message from the housekeeper, saying that her cooking didn't satisfy Lyra, and Lyra seemed quite upset.I was speechless. This time, Lyra suddenly wanted lotus pastries, which the housekeeper doesn't know how to make. How could she put someone in a difficult spot for something like that?Back when I was still living in that house, I got along really well with the housekeeper.I then told her there was a cookbook in my room's drawer that had clear instructions. If she followed it, she wouldn't go wrong.The housekeeper was very grateful, and then she didn't message back.Just as I was ab