Chapter 8

Mr. Harrington coming to find me wasn't unexpected.

I had sent my report to Mr. Harrington long before I left the country.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

"Scarlett intercepted the emails. I only just saw them now. She's been lying to me all along!"

"As soon as I learned the truth, I wanted to find you, but I couldn't locate you anywhere."

Mr. Harrington, like a puppy abandoned by its owner, knelt before me, placing my hand against his cheek.

But I coldly pulled my hand away, my gaze icy.

Mr. Harrington's love had come too late.

In the days that followed, Mr. Harrington moved into the apartment next door.

Whenever I went out to sketch, he would be waiting early at my usual spots.

Sometimes when our eyes met, he would just silently watch me.

His expression was full of regret.

He seemed like a changed man, starting to cook various dishes for me.

Just as I once did to cater to his palate, making him delicious meals.