This pathetic performance failed to stir any emotion in me.
It didn’t matter anymore. Tomorrow, I’d be gone forever, and none of this would mean anything.
After work, I opened the door to find Giovanni already at home waiting for me.
He was busy arranging the study, his tone ingratiating. "I got you a brand-new ergonomic chair and an eye-protection desk lamp."
"I also got your favorite milk and snacks." Giovanni smiled.
I glanced at the unusually cozy study but didn’t step inside.
Giovanni looked at me expectantly. "Honey, I bet you’ll love it."
I responded flatly, "Hmm, I like it."
Then I turned and walked into the bathroom. Warm water cascaded over my weary body, but my memories ran uncontrollably backward.
When the company was first starting, Giovanni was nearly at his wits’ end. The newly hired researchers all refused to perform pathological dissections on cadavers, quitting one after another.
I took on all the dissection work myself, reassuring him, "As long as I’m here, you can rest easy."
We made it through those tough times. I thought life was finally on the right track—until I discovered Giovanni’s clandestine meetings with Lianna.
Forget it. Let it end here.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I froze.
The dining table was set with steak and red wine, a trail of rose petals leading the way.
Giovanni stood holding a sheer black silk robe, adorned with delicate sparkles.
"Honey, I made this for you with my own hands."
"You’d look stunning in it. I’d love for us to enjoy this together."
He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. "You smell so good. I’ve missed you so much."
Was this his way of compensating for betrayal?
Feigning ignorance of his insinuation, I silently distanced myself and turned on all the lights. "Let’s eat. Finish up and get some rest."
After all, tomorrow I needed to check on the progress of the data uploading, which was important for the smooth execution of Project X.
Giovanni didn’t get angry. Instead, he asked softly, "Not feeling well lately?"
I forced a faint smile.
Some wounds can never be healed, no matter how hard you try to make amends.
The sharp chime of the doorbell interrupted us. Standing at the villa entrance was Lianna.
Her face darkened at the sight of the candlelit room and scattered roses. She deliberately emphasized each word, "I’m here to deliver a special research report to Mr. Collins."