"It''s my fault," he spoke with guilt, bending down to pull me into his embrace. His tone was both self- reproachful and gentle. "I didn''t understand you enough before. I only thought you were independent and resilient, but I never considered understanding you from a husband''s perspective and caring for you properly."


    "But I will make an effort in the future."


    After saying this, as ifcking the courage to wait for my refusal, he added, "I''m going to the office now. Enjoy your breakfast. If you want anything else, just let me know, and I''ll bring it to you tomorrow." "Ry..."


    Before I could say anything, he had already left.


    Looking at the steaming breakfast on the table, I sat down again and started eating.


    No matter what, food shouldn''t be wasted.


    For several days in a row, Ryan appeared at my door on time every morning like clockwork.


    If I didn''t open the door, he wouldn''t press further but would just leave a note on it.


    Every breakfast was different and apanied by a sticky note.


    "Albert didn''t tell me anything today. I remember you really liked these breakfasts when you had them at the Frost family''s residence."


    "The weather forecast says it will snow this Sunday. How about we make a snowman together?"


    "When will you open the door for me?"


    "Charlotte, I miss you."


    I held the sticky notes in my hand, feeling a bit mncholic.


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    That day, the doorbell rang incessantly, with a persistent attitude as if he wouldn''t leave until I opened the door.


    Reluctantly, I had to open it.


    "I need to say something to you in person today."


    Ryan didn''te in but kept his dark eyes were fixed on me, continuing without much introduction, "No matter what happens recently, you have to trust me, okay?"


    I instinctively felt a bad premonition. "What do you mean?"


    "Nothing.


    His cool hand touched my head, and he said earnestly. "You just need to take care of yourself. Don''t listen to, look at, or believe anything else."


    After he spoke, his phone rang again.


    He pulled it out, nced at it with a somber expression, and handed me the breakfast. "I might not have time toe by for a while, but someone will deliver food to you. Eat well and take care of yourself." Then he answered the call, his expression stern as he left.


    Could it be that the matter with Zack wasn''t resolved yet?


    But Zack shouldn''t be causing Ryan to be so tense.


    After finishing breakfast, I checked the news online but didn''t find anything particrly important.


    In the afternoon, I received a WhatsApp message from Frank.


    "It''s almost time to pick up the person. Don''t forget."


    "The University of Jston, Gate 2."


    This person asked me to pick someone up without giving a name or photo.


    I replied, "What''s her name?"


    "Just wait for her to find you."


    With no other choice, I took the car keys and went out,


    As I got into the car and started it, a cold, sharp object came from behind and pressed against my neck.


    I mmed on the brakes, my whole body going numb. "Who are you? How did you get into my car?"


    "Drive, don''t stop."


    The voice was cold and eerie, and the face was hidden behind the driver''s seat. I couldn''t see through the rearview mirror.


    From the voice and the figure, I could tell it was a man of considerable size.


    Seeing that I didn''t move, the sharp object pressed even closer, causing a slight pain. He gritted his teeth and said, "I told you to drive! Leave the underground car park and keep going straight along Sky Avenue. Don''t try any tricks. Do you hear me?"