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    Without makeup, Liliana had an air of innocence about her. Her eyes were still puffy from crying the night before, lending her a fragile, vulnerable look—but she was by no means unattractive.


    She checked herself in the mirror and, satisfied with her appearance, called a cab to the Everly Group headquarters. Once inside the building, she approached the front desk and said she wanted to see Finnian.


    In the past, she never needed to announce herself-she could go straight up to Finnian''s office without any trouble. Now, things had clearly changed. Even just being asked to wait for approval before seeing him made her uneasy.


    She suspected Finnian wouldn''t agree to meet her. Sure enough, the receptionist told her, “Mr. Everly isn''t avable to see you. Please leave the premises."


    Liliana clutched the strap of her purse tightly, anxiety rising as she stood rooted in ce.


    Just then, Will returned from running an errand. Spotting her, he said, "Ms. Porter, are you here to see Mr. Everly? He''s made it clear that he won''t be seeing you again. You should head home."


    Liliana lifted the box of pastries she''d brought, forcing a smile. "I just came to bring Finn some pastries I made. That''s all."


    "Even if we''re not getting married, we''re still friends, aren''t we? Could you please just tell Finn I''d like to go up and say hello? Just for a moment."


    Will''s expression was unyielding. "Mr. Everly said that no matter what the reason, he won''t see you again, Ms. Porter. There''s no point in insisting. Please leave."


    Liliana''s face drained of color. Was Finnian really this resolute? Would he truly refuse to see her, no matter what happened in the future?


    She bit her lip, and suddenly her body swayed. With a soft thud, she copsed onto the floor.


    Both Will and the receptionist were startled. Will immediately stepped back, making it clear to everyone. nearby


    y that he wasnt involved in her fall. He quickly called over two female employees to help Liliana up.


    Liliana''s eyes were closed, her face pale as if she''d truly fainted.


    Will felt a jolt of anxiety and cursed inwardly. Was she really unconscious, or just pretending? She looked convincing-though as an actress, faking a faint would hardly be a challenge for her.


    "Will, I think thisdy really passed


    out. What should we do?" asked one


    of the women supporting Liliana. They had their own work to get back to they couldn''t just keep standing there holding her up.


    Will replied, "Help her over to that couch, then you can get back to your duties. I''ll call an ambnce."


    "Alright." The two women nodded and guided Liliana over to the sofa.


    Later, in the hospital room, Liliana slowly opened her eyes. She nced around and saw that the room was empty-she waspletely alone. Had Finnian note to see her after all?


    Her heart sank. But just then, the door swung open and Finnian strode in.


    Liliana''s eyes lit up instantly when she saw him. She pushed herself up a bit. “Finn,


    you came to see me? You''re finally willing to see me...”


    As she spoke, tears slid down her cheeks with a quiet plink.


    She bit her lip, looking so pitiful and fragile-something rarely seen on her. She knew knew that if a woman cried all the time, the way Jessica did, it would only be irritating. But when someone who''s always been strong and confident breaks down for once, it can be truly moving.


    Yet Finnian didn''t even nce at her tears. He walked to her bedside and said, his


    tone cold and direct, "What do you want?"


    He didn''t ask how she was, nor did he try to find out if her copse was real or just an act-because, frankly, he didn''t care.