"Don’t cry." His tone was serious. "I lost my keys, and my parents are abroad, they can’t even answer my call." She didn’t know why she mentioned this, was she seeking sympathy? Well, right now he’s the only one who can take her in. "So, are you staying at my place until your parents return to the country?" Finn Morgan asked. She thought for a moment, looked up at him, "Otherwise? Without an ID, I can’t stay at a hotel, so I’ll have to inconvenience myself a bit?" Inconvenience? Finn raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t consider who would be sleeping on the sofa tonight. Their eyes met, and she seemed noticeably better. Finn didn’t want to say more, "Then get some rest early, I’ll be in the study, I have a video meeting tonight." Looking at the departing figure, tall and slender, giving a warm and reassuring feeling, despite being alone with a man, Hailey Hale wasn’t worried he’d do anything to her. Finn’s character was impeccable in Hailey Hale’s eyes. She got up and returned to the bedroom. After finishing the video meeting, Finn went out for a while and headed to the supermarket downstairs. He went to the vegetable section; generally speaking, those who don’t eat green onions tend to like cilantro, so he bought cilantro. Get full chapters from n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net There were no noodles at home, and she needed them for breakfast the next morning, so he picked out two packs of noodles. Finn treated Hailey Hale like a kid; she was quite young and had a rather childlike personality. With her parents abroad, as a friend of CEO Kingston, it was his duty to take care of her. The supermarket closed late, and it was well-stocked. Barbara Sutton was also wandering in the supermarket at the moment, preparing to buy some fruit and couldn’t shake the scene she had just seen at Finn’s place. The place was decorated exceptionally well, he probably wasn’t short on money, and he had great taste. But who was the young girl in his room? From her voice, she sounded very young. A surge of jealousy rose in her heart for no obvious reason. She walked forward, her gaze landing on the rows of products beside her. Finn approached, holding his phone in one hand while replying to messages and carrying cilantro and noodles in the other. As they walked, they collided completely. Instinctively, Finn reached out to steady her, his phone clattering to the ground, which he didn’t mind at all, "Are you okay?" Steadying Barbara Sutton, he then saw that it was her. "Sorry, Special Assistant Morgan." Barbara Sutton hurriedly bent down to pick up his phone and handed it back. Finn’s lips curved slightly, "It’s clearly me who bumped into you, I should be the one to apologize." "..." She pursed her lips, feeling awkward. Lowering her gaze, she noticed the noodles and cilantro in his hand; hadn’t he already had dinner at the office? Is he cooking noodles for that girl this late? He must care for her a lot. Finn glanced at her, then walked away. That night, Barbara Sutton was completely sleepless. She returned to her rented room in a daze, constantly digesting the situation. A woman staying at Finn’s home... so no matter how hard she tried, it seemed destined to be impossible with Finn. Was that his fiancée? Recalling what Monica said, she felt life was truly filled with regrets. Because the book says a person has only one moment of true heart flutter in a lifetime, if you don’t seize it, anyone you meet after will just be settling. That night, Finn lay on the sofa by the bedroom window. A coat casually draped over him, he fell into a light sleep to conveniently look after her. Two hours later, he got up and reached out to feel her forehead; the heat had noticeably subsided. The next morning, at the break of dawn. A black Volvo drove toward a cemetery in the outskirts of Riventhal. Once the car stopped, Anton Miller got out holding a bunch of chrysanthemums, wearing sunglasses and black casual wear, his expression solemn. Walking alone down the path surrounded by lush pines and camphor trees, the morning fog still lingered, and the air was sweet. Birdsong and insect chirps buzzed by his ear, this little path was so familiar, he visited many times a month. Stopping in front of his mother’s tombstone, the name "Linda Ford" was still clear. He bent down, placing the flowers in his hand, his deep eyes fixated on the youthful photo on the tombstone, his mother’s smile unchanged.