That night, when Lilia returned to the Lakeside Villa, it was almost nine.
Her face was filled with fatigue, and she couldn't help but sigh heavily as she entered the door.
The light was on in the living room, but the man was not there.
She changed her shoes as she entered the door, took off her coat and leaned back on the sofa, constantly rubbing her brows.
'This headache I swear...!'
The sound of steady footsteps came from the second floor. Lilia raised the corner of her eye and saw the figure of a man walking in gray household clothes. Her voice softly called out. "Jean ..."
"So busy at work?" The man stepped slowly beside her, frowning when he saw that her finger was still at the corner of her forehead.
Jean stretched out his hand and stroked her cheek. Then, a slightly cold touch brought his eyebrows closer.
Lilia took his palm and rubbed her cheek on it. "Not really, I just discussed with Harold in the company for too long!"