Edwin smiled and closed the car door.

The black limousine gradually pulled away, and the smile quickly faded from his face.

Edwin found himself unable to explain the overwhelming melancholy that gripped him, nor could he rationalize the unease that flooded him at the sight of Dylan beside Laura.

After all, he had already severed ties with Laura, and it was only a matter of time before they each found solace in the arms of someone new.

There was no justifiable reason for him to be so consumed by this.

Furrowing his brow, he stared at the hospital's outpatient building, resisting the urge to approach it. Instead, he got into another car and curtly instructed, “Take me to the company."

By the time he concluded his work, the clock had already struck eight in the evening.

His mother had attempted to reach him twice, but he had no desire to return home.

He needed to be alone.

Edwin meandered aimlessly through the city streets at night, his thoughts in turmoil.

An hour later, his car halted at the entrance of a modest villa, the very place where Dylan resided. With Edwin's influence and resources, acquiring someone's address was a simple task.

The soft glow of orange lights emanated from the villa, lending it a cozy ambiance.

A white balustrade courtyard surrounded a meticulously manicured lawn, complete with a charming pink doghouse by the gate, a residence for a Labrador.

Edwin remained seated in his car, his gaze fixed on the villa from a distance.

He knew that Laura was temporarily residing here.

Even though that man she now lived with happened to be her agent, someone she had known for nearly eight years, Dylan was, undeniably, a man.

The door creaked open, and Laura stepped out with the dog.

She still wore Dylan's coat, paired with capri pants that accentuated her delicate figure.

She tenderly petted the dog, coaxing it into the small house.

The large canine adored her, lavishing her hands with affectionate licks.