I picked up the cell phone and went after him to give it back to him.

He walked so fast that I couldn't find him nearby.

Finally, I saw him embracing Alana on a deck.

I paused, and my heart was in pain. I couldn't catch my breath.

After hesitating for a while, I decided to approach them.

"Easton."

Seeing me coming, Alana hurriedly withdrew from Easton's embrace.

Easton frowned, looking somewhat displeased.

I tried my best to suppress my emotions, handed him the cell phone, and turned away.

Alana caught up with me in small steps. At a loss, she said gently, "Giana, it's not what you think..."

I impatiently shook off her hand holding my wrist.

"Ouch!"

A scream came from behind me.

When I turned around, Alana's body was halfway outside the railing.

I was shocked as I instinctively bent down to grab her. The tremendous force caused my whole body to lean forward.

"Splash."

Both of us fell into the water.

"Alana!"

Easton jumped into the sea without hesitation, and he swam towards Alana with all his strength.

I gradually lost strength. A large amount of seawater had been poured into my nasal cavity. My body sank heavily towards the depths of the sea.

I had a slight cold, and I could be discharged from the hospital early the next morning.

Upon entering the living room, I saw Easton wearing an apron and cooking pumpkin soup in the kitchen.

When he turned around and saw me, he was stunned for a moment. Then he said, "I'm sorry about yesterday."

I pursed my lips silently, staring at the boiling pumpkin soup in the pot.

Pumpkin soup was never my thing.

I instantly understood whom he was cooking for.

I looked away and asked, "I want to talk to you about something. Are you free tonight?"

Easton frowned slightly as if thinking about something. Then he replied after a while, "Yes."

I nodded and turned to go upstairs.

The night came.

I sat in the living room from seven p.m. until half past midnight, but Easton wasn't seen.

Just as I was about to go back to my room to go to bed, I heard a noise coming from the entrance.

Easton looked tired. He must have rushed back.

He said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

I looked up at him and said, 'It's good to have you back.'

I handed him the divorce agreement on the table as I spoke.

Easton took it over and frowned. From his face, I couldn't tell what he was thinking about.