"You're back?" Luke asked with a frown. He noticed that her coat was wet from the snow.

He knew exactly what she had been doing outside.

He frowned because Luca did not brush the snow off her shoulders, which made her clothes wet. 'What if her coat isn't waterproof and the clothes inside are wet? What if she catches a cold?'

"Yes, Mr. Crawford." Luca glanced at him, then looked away.

Luke's tone was cold as he reminded her, "Your clothes are wet. Change out of them."

Luca looked at her clothes. Têxt © .

"Shoulders," Luke reminded her.

Luca glanced at them and found that they were indeed wet. It did not matter since her jacket was waterproof.

"Mr. Crawford, it's dinner time. Do you want to order something?" she asked.

Seeing that she was not in a hurry to change, Luke understood that her clothes were waterproof. Even if the outer layer was soaked, the clothes inside would not be affected.

As such, he did not mention it anymore. The temperature in the room was high, and the moisture on the surface could be dried fairly quickly.

"Are you going to cook?" Luke asked. He noticed that she had looked at the kitchen when she came in earlier.

He had specially asked Jason to book a suite with a kitchen.

Not many who traveled on business would stay in suites as such. There were not many family suites like this in hotels.

Jason made a reservation at this hotel after asking around.

Luca nodded and said, "I went to check out the restaurant downstairs and it's all Russian food. I don't feel like eating it."

"I'll have what you're having," Luke said and maneuvered his wheelchair back to the room.

Luca understood what he meant. He wanted her to cook.

She walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and sure enough, there were quite a few ingredients.

They were all ingredients that could be commonly found in supermarkets. There was no issue for her to prepare a hearty dinner with these ingredients...

Luca thought about what to cook, and after she decided, she took out the relevant ingredients and prepared to cook.

She asked Jason if he wanted to have dinner as well. If he wanted to eat, she would prepare extra.

Jason replied to her saying no and that he was going to eat at the restaurant downstairs.

Luca did not reply to him. She put on the apron prepared by the hotel and started to prepare dinner.

On the other hand.

After Luke and the others left, Ray did not stay long and left after talking to Vivian for a bit.

The villa that was rarely lively quieted down again.

Vivian sat on the sofa, still unable to calm down. She kept replaying what Gordan had said in her head.

It hurt...

Vivian laughed at herself. After Luke left, Gordan went up to the second floor.

He did not usually spend much time in the living room because he did not want to see her ugly face. It was likely that he was in his bedroom.

Vivian stood up and walked to the second floor.

Gordan's bedroom was on the east, while her bedroom was on the west. She would only pass his bedroom when she took the stairs back to her bedroom. If she took the elevator, she would not pass by his room.

Vivian always chose to take the stairs so that she could bump into him.

When she passed by Gordan's bedroom, she stopped and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Gordan's voice came from inside.

"Gordan, it's me." Vivian pursed her lips. She still wanted to talk to Gordan. She did not believe that he had no feelings for her after so many years.

"I don't have time." Gordan did not ask her what she wanted and just turned her down.

Vivian pursed her lips in embarrassment. Before she could even say anything, he turned her down...

Moreover, he said it in his usual impatient tone.

'Maybe, he hates being by my side... Is it my fault for having an ugly face?'

Vivian walked back to her bedroom in despair, closed the door, and sat on the sofa by the window.

The layout of her bedroom was the same as Gordan's. She did so to feel closer to him. She lied to herself saying that they were very close.

She could not get the exact same collection, so her shelf was empty.

She asked Ray to help find them, but Gordan had personally found the collectibles through various means. Hence, Ray could not find them even if he tried his best.

She had to give up.

The distance between the two was only so little, but in reality, it was an incomparably large distance.

"Sigh..." Vivian let out a sigh. Everything that happened that day was like an extremely sharp knife that cut through her nerves.

She thought about her persistence and him deliberately ignoring her. It had been the same all this while.

She loved Gordan.

However, her love did not seem to make him happy. He was unable to bear this kind of love...

Gordan liked everything beautiful. Her ugly face could not get an ounce of his love.

Vivian looked at her hand and clenched her fist tightly. She was unwilling to let go of Gordan.

She knew that he did not like her, but she held him tightly like how she was clenching her fist.

She thought that if she kept him around, he would fall for her one day.

However, from what he said to Luke, she finally understood that he was a man who only cared about looks.

If she was not good-looking, it was pointless no matter how good her personality was and how much she cared about him.

He would not be moved...

Vivian let go of her hand suddenly and looked at her slender fingers. 'Maybe it's time to let go.'

In this way, she would not have to be so tired and care about his feelings all the time. He would be much happier as well.

'It's not difficult to let go, is it? I have nothing to hold, after all. It might be sad for me, but Gordan will be happy.'

It was within her power to make him happy again.

Vivian took a deep breath and made up her mind. She picked up her phone and made a call.

"Is this Misha & Associates?" she asked.

The other party responded, "Yes, Ma'am. Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Ms. Misha," Vivian said.

"Ms. Misha is occupied now and can't answer the phone. Why don't you leave your name and phone number? I'll have Ms. Misha call you back when she finishes her work?"

"I can't wait. Tell her that my name is Vivian. She'll likely answer," Vivian said. She did not call the lawyer directly because she was still a little reluctant.

She intended to let someone else decide for her.

If Misha picked up the call, she would decide to set Gordan free. If Misha was not around...

After a while, the lady who answered the phone said, "Ms. Vivian, wait a moment, I'll connect you with Ms. Misha now."