Meanwhile, Dylan stood by his apartment window, the room brightly Lit yet unable to lighten the gloom in his heart. He stared at his phone, hesitating to dial again, fearing he might disturb her sleep.

He lingered at the window, eyes growing tired, before slowly turning to survey his apartment.

His hand brushed over the hammock he had crafted for Leyla. She loved it dearly, always lounging in it with joy. But tonight, Leyla rested against Edwin as he carried her away from Dylan, calling out his name in a moment of vulnerability.

Dylan closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he punched the wall with such force that his hand bled. Yet, he felt no pain.

A knock at the door interrupted his brooding.

Expecting it to be someone from the property management, Dylan opened the door, only to find Gina squatting there like a forlorn puppy, looking up at him. “I've been sitting here for two hours, Dylan."

In the past, such a sight would have softened Dylan's heart enough to forgive her.

He had once genuinely cared for her.

But now, his eyes held nothing but cold disdain. He fixed his gaze on her and demanded, “How did you get the passcode to the elevator?"

Gina withheld the information, fueling his impatience. Overcome with anger, Dylan forcefully ejected her from the building.

She wept, pleading, "Don't do this to me, Dylan! I didn't mean to ruin your relationship. I just like you so much. I want to be with you. Is that so wrong?"

Still believing she hadn't erred, Gina's tears were futile to him.

Disinterested in further discussion, Dylan dragged her outside and summoned the security guards to ensure she was barred from the building. “Don't let her enter again," he instructed sternly.

Gina was left crying on the street late into the night.

Ascending to his apartment, Dylan could hear her sobs. Her tears made him reflect on his own misdeeds-what was he to do when he was the one who had erred?

He doubted he would see ever Olivia again.

She didn't want to see him and wouldn't even allow him the chance to apologize.

Upon returning to his apartment, he was greeted by the glaring lights.

Overwhelmed, he shielded his eyes with his hands...

A week later, he saw Olivia again.

She had just gotten the office building when Dylan, who hadn't seen her for nearly ten days, blocked her path. He appeared gaunt and worn, his clothes wrinkled and seemingly unchanged for days.

Olivia gripped the car door, facing Dylan.

So much had changed between them.