Jenna Roland froze in place.

She stood right in front of Lucien Valois, yet he walked past her as if she were invisible.

After searching for her for so long, wouldn’t he even spare her a glance?

Her heart clenched as if gripped by an invisible hand.

Unable to resist, she turned back—only to meet Lucien’s deep, penetrating gaze. He had been watching her all along.

Flustered, Jenna quickly faced forward again, her nails digging into her palms.

Lucien stared at her retreating figure, a flicker of sorrow in his eyes. Without a word, he turned and entered the hospital doors.

Jenna mounted her e-bike and rode aimlessly for a while before remembering she needed groceries.

Back in the Beverly Hills kitchen, she chopped vegetables while calling Ethan Roscente.

"Will you be home for dinner?"

After his confirmation, she dialed Milo Roland.

"Sorry, sis. I’m taking care of Ryan Watson tonight."

Hanging up, Jenna surveyed the dusty living room and grabbed a rag to clean.

The washing machine hummed as she stuffed in sheets and pillowcases.

By the time she finished chores, dusk had settled outside.

A hot shower washed away her exhaustion. Tying on an apron, she started dinner.

At 6:30 sharp, the lock clicked.

Ethan tiptoed into the bedroom, placing a bouquet of red roses on the nightstand.

"You're back?" Jenna emerged from the kitchen with dishes. "Wash up for dinner."

Four dishes and a soup steamed on the table—all Ethan’s favorites.

"Why only my preferred foods?" He frowned.

She handed him chopsticks with a smile. "Because you love them."

"You should think of yourself more." He placed a chicken wing in her bowl. "You’ve lost weight."

"Nonsense." But she obediently took a bite.

They exchanged servings across the table, the meal filled with warmth.

Midway, Jenna suddenly set down her utensils. "Ethan… do powerful people really face no consequences?"

He paused. "Ordinary people struggle against them."

"So we just endure injustice?" Her voice dropped to a whisper.