Another all-nighter at the office. Zane drove back to his apartment. He had assumed Darcy's resignation wouldn't affect the company much. Projects would run as usual. He hadn't expected the project managers under him—all with impressive titles—to be utterly useless in practice. Every minor issue required his input. Zane glared at them coldly. They just shrank back, mumbling, "Darcy used to confirm these things before we proceeded. With her gone, there's no one to handle them. Dr. Moss is always out, and we can't reach her." "Don't bother Dr. Moss. Her work is more critical," Zane said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Consequently, his own workload skyrocketed. He was forced to work late into the night just to go home.A few days ago, he had even slept at the office. Tonight, he was completely drained and finally returned to his apartment. Inside, he flicked on the lights and changed into slippers in the entryway. He headed straight to the bathroom for a shower, washing away the exhaustion. His stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. He went to the kitchen, planning to make some instant noodles. The moment he stepped in, a foul, rotting smell assaulted him, making him gag. Zane pinched his nose and walked further in to look. It was spoiled noodle soup. The instant noodle soup he had made three days ago was still in the pot. A vein throbbed at his temple. Zane went back to the living room sofa, intending to call and berate the cleaning lady. But when he opened his phone, he realized he didn't have her number. The cleaning lady had been hired by Darcy. All the apartment's details, big and small, had been Darcy's responsibility. He was used to leaving everything to Darcy. That way, he could focus entirely on his career. But now, Darcy had quit. She had unilaterally broken up with him... Zane immediately found Darcy's number and called. The line rang and rang. No answer. Reluctantly, he had to do it himself. Pinching his nose, he cleaned the kitchen. Finally rid of the smell, he opened the refrigerator. It was empty. A vein bulged on his forehead. He went back to the living room. Just then, his phone rang. It was Darcy calling him back.He answered, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his face and voice heavy with exhaustion. "Darcy, stop this. Just come back." Not one for sweet talk, Zane awkwardly added, "I... I need you." Darcy pulled the phone away from her ear, frowning. She checked the caller ID—it was Zane. She replied, "Mr. Vance, I believe I've made myself clear. We are over. Please don't contact me again." "Wait—" Zane's brow furrowed. "The cleaning lady hasn't come for a few days. Find out why." Darcy said, "Her contract expired three days ago." "Why didn't you renew it?" "Mr. Vance, your affairs are no longer my concern." Darcy scoffed inwardly. Besides, who was going to pay for it? When she loved him, she didn't mind covering the monthly cleaning costs. But now they were broken up. Why should she pay for his cleaner? "You—" Zane gritted his teeth, but before he could finish, the call disconnected. He had never imagined Darcy could be so cold toward him. For a second, he wondered if he'd dreamed it all—had Darcy ever loved him? His stomach aching, Zane ordered takeout. ... The next day, Zane slept in late. His stomach still felt off. He messaged the executive group chat, saying he was working from home due to illness. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Zane's eyes lit up. It must be Darcy. I know she still cares about me.He got up and opened the door. "Dar—" The name died on his lips. "Dr. Moss? What are you doing here?" Zora smiled, "I heard you were sick. Came to check on you." With that, she stepped inside, changed into another pair of Zane's slippers, and placed the groceries and stomach medicine she'd bought on the table. A warmth spread in Zane's chest. "Thank you." "No need for thanks." Zora rolled up the sleeves of her expensive blouse and carried the groceries into the kitchen. She acted like the lady of the house, telling Zane, "Take the medicine first. I'll make some soup and a light dish to soothe your stomach." The woman admired by everyone was now willing to cook for him. Pride swelled in Zane, with a hint of vanity.These were feelings Darcy had never given him. Thinking of Darcy made him recall her coldness from last night. Zane took out his phone and sent Darcy a message. He wanted the cleaning lady's contact info to negotiate the contract renewal himself. After all, capable cleaners were a dime a dozen, but one with good sense and boundaries was rare. But only a gray tick on WhatsApp, no sign of a read receipt—Darcy had deleted him! Anger flared in Zane's eyes. He gritted his teeth. Fine. Good for you, Darcy! The next second, his phone vibrated again. It was a call from Darcy's mother.