Eugene's gaze was unwavering. "Sylvia, I don't care about your past. You say I fell for an illusion, but that's not true-I love the person I see right in front of me."

On the surface, she seemed gentle, yet she always kept people at arm's length. Some called her cold, but he'd seen her walk away from a lucrative deal rather than put her employees in harm's way.

He ached for her wariness toward others, because he knew she must have been hurt before. He admired her kindness, and even more, the way she still fought to protect others, wounds and all.

He loved her deeply, helplessly, without escape.

Sylvia felt drained. "After everything I've said, why are you still so stubborn?"

"Is it stubborn to love someone?" Eugene replied, his striking eyes full of tenacity. "You love someone you can never be with-what do you call that?"

Sylvia's brow tightened. She stopped arguing, stood up, and went to put away the first aid kit.

Panic flickered across Eugene's face. He jumped up and hurried after her, his voice anxious as he tried to explain, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you-I just hate seeing you hurt."

Sylvia finished putting the kit away and turned back with a gentle smile. "I'm not angry, and you don't need to worry about me. I told you, I like my life the way it is. I have financial freedom, my health, a fulfilling routine-what's there to feel sorry for?"

looked

sheets in there are fresh, and there are new

really tired. Can we talk a

bottle of wine and talk all night. But right now, you need rest-there's a doctor's appointment

a sign she cared, and some of the ache inside him eased. "You're


wake me up. Don't ignore

and

his door gently and headed back to the

retreated to her bedroom, and after a long shower stretched out on the bed. The city lights outside her window twinkled in the night as she stared out eyes dreamy

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one person's care, but if that person refused

sleep well in Sylvia's apartment insomnia, as expected. He finally drifted off just before dawn, and by the time he woke up sonlig was already pouring through the windows. He hurried out of bed and found that Sylvia had

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liked, so I got a

in an oversized disposable robe, looked sheepish. "I'm sorry you have to take care of me

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