*Ling Yue's POV*
The glass doors of the office tower slide open, letting in the crisp rush of early evening air.
I step out onto the front steps, unbuttoning the top button of my collar as I roll my shoulders. My back is stiff from sitting at my desk all day, and my eyes ache from staring at numbers and project approvals since eight in the morning.
My eyes drift toward the curb across the street out of an unbidden habit.
Two weeks ago, after our conversation at the cafe, Jin Hao began showing up outside my office every single evening. He never called ahead to demand my time, nor did he ask me to move back to the villa. He simply waited at the curb, took me to dinner or brought me food, drove me home, watched me walk through the lobby, and left.
Day after day, without fail, he made showing up for me a quiet routine.
Until two days ago.
