Compared to him, she was weak. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn't shake him off. Instead, she found herself pulled into his arms. His embrace, warmer than the cold door, was oddly comforting.

Yet she only wished to be far from him.

Panicked, she muttered, “Mr. Waston, what's going on?"

Albert leaned in and kissed her.

He invaded her lips, hungry and forceful. Despite her struggles, he kissed her fervently, pulling her closer. His touch on her waist was warm...

He'd been deprived of intimacy for too long, longing for only her.

But when he reached her delicate neck, he stopped abruptly.

Jessie broke into sobs.

“Why are you crying?"

Albert halted, anguish evident. “Jessie, don't you want me? I'm single now. I've been lonely for years..."

“It's not my problem."

“Let go, or I'll sue you for harassment."

Her voice trembled. Truth was, she could barely stand. Clutching the door for support, she pushed him away, slowly.

"I don't want you! You walked away once and now I'm doing the same,"

Jessie declared firmly.

Taking one last look at Albert, she felt no nostalgia, only shame.

Desperate to leave, Albert grabbed her wrist. "Tidy yourself before you go."

She shoved him off and stumbled away, vanishing from his sight, his life...

He had it all now but Jessie's love was long gone.

Thankfully, the top floor was Albert's domain alone.