But it was time to bring it to an end.

When Laura finally emerged from the studio, it was well past one in the morning.

Such was her dedication to her work.

She frequently lost track of time.

Despite the dimness of the living room, she instantly spotted the figure seated on the sofa, a faint flush of embarrassment giving color to her cheeks.

“You haven't gone to bed yet?" she inquired.

Her instinct urged her to seek refuge in his embrace.

Autumn's chill still lingered.

He radiated warmth, making her fond of resting her feet in his lap.

The bright light illuminated intensely.

Beneath the crystal chandelier, Edwin's features remained somewhat obscured. Laura often found herself puzzled by him, and in that moment, her confusion deepened.

Uncertainty washed over her, leaving her somewhat hesitant.

Several thin sheets of paper rested on the coffee table before Edwin.

Among them was the apartment's transfer contract.

There was also a check for fifty million dollars.

As Laura drew nearer, the truth of the matter finally dawned on her.

She bent over to retrieve the check, gazing at it silently as her eyes welled up slightly. In a hushed tone, she uttered, "Today isn't April Fool's Day. Today is my birthday."

"I'm aware," Edwin replied.

Edwin strived to maintain his composure.

He had changed into a new set of clothes, his shirt and trousers exuding a crisp, impeccable quality.