Feeling a bit flustered, I touched my head and said, "Actually, I'm really fine. No need to waste time going to the hospital."

"The check-up is just an excuse. Having dinner is the main thing."

"Huh?"

I didn't understand for a moment.

"I'll treat you to dinner as an apology."

I belatedly said "Oh." Was he using the hospital visit as an excuse to ask me out?

The happiness came too suddenly. I forgot to be happy for a moment.

He then added uncertainly, "If you don't want to..."

I hurriedly interrupted him, "I want to!"

I didn't know what Levi liked about me. I just knew he treated me well and spoiled me.

He was cold to all other girls, only showing his signature smile when he was with me.

I thought this was a sign of his love for me.

That's why when he asked me to marry him that year, I agreed without hesitation.

Later, I learned he married me for his sick Grandpa. He wanted to fulfill his wish.

It was until later, I heard his younger sister mockingly tell me that Levi liked me only because I looked like his first love.

His sister also told me his first love's name was Layla.

I looked at Layla's photo from every angle. Apart from having the same long hair and fair skin, I didn't see any resemblance.

So when Levi explained, I immediately believed him.

One day, he left me late at night, claiming to be on a business trip. But I saw photos of him vacationing with Layla.

After a sleepless night, I finally dozed off.

I slept until the afternoon when a call from Stella woke me up.

She immediately told me to dress up. There was a dinner party in the evening.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Forget it. I don't want to be thrown in the slammer again."

"Come on, last night was an accident." Stella snorted. "I strongly suspect Levi deliberately raided the place."

Exactly. I suspected the same thing.

Stella continued, "Don't worry. Tonight is just a regular welcome dinner. No male models. Levi has no reason to arrest you."

"Whose welcome dinner?"

"You'll know when you get there."

I wasn't interested in seeing old friends. However, under Stella's persistent persuasion, I arrived at a restaurant called Taylor House.

As soon as I walked in, a familiar figure caught my attention.

It was my childhood friend and classmate, Daniel Martin.

What was he doing here?

Daniel was tall and slim, with a refined demeanor. He wore silver-rimmed glasses, giving him an elegant aura from afar.