At this, he allowed himself a smile.

Indeed, in his efforts to expand his business, he had thoroughly researched Alexis, Leonel, and even Marcus, but never Elva. She didn't involve herself in the family business and was only moderately famous as an actress, despite having solid connections.

Elva was a bright and charming girl, who Luis believed could have definitely achieved bigger things.

For a long time, Luis couldn't understand why the Fowler family didn't groom her for business, instead letting her pursue a career of her choice. He never broached the subject with her during their relationship. Now he realized it was because her family simply Loved her that much.

Being the youngest, she grew up cherished and pampered by the whole family.

This was something he had ignored before.

He slipped into Elva's bedroom, but she wasn't there. His gaze Landed on a pillow on the sofa, featuring a photo of him on its back, with many words scrawled across it in black ink.

He examined it more closely.

There, he read the words "a good-looking jerk."

Luis was at a loss for words, yet he wasn't upset. He picked up the pillow and looked at it. He realized that Elva sometimes acted as immature as a three-year-old.

She was never straightforward. Although she said she didn't care, her actions suggested otherwise.

Luis thought she was really cute.

He caressed the pillow and then set it down, leaning back on the sofa to rest his eyes, overcome by fatigue.

After the accident, Elva didn't worry about it at all.

However, he had endured several meetings and pulled all-nighters to handle the situation.

As soon as he closed his eyes and smelt Elva's lingering scent in the room, he fell asleep deeply.

It was almost noon.

When Elva returned to charge her phone, she found a man sleeping on the sofa.

It was Luis.

He was sleeping soundly, yet his brow was furrowed slightly, a testament to the stress he had been facing. But in her eyes, he had brought it upon himself. She felt no pity for him.