I left the room and walked out into the living room. Sure enough, the couch was empty, and everything was neatly arranged as if Josh hadn’t even slept there.


    I was momentarily distracted and went to the bathroom. As I looked into the mirror, I froze. There was a note stuck to the ss.


    It read, “Breakfast is on the table. The lighting setup went smoothly. We can finish on time or maybe even two days early.”


    I stared at the note for a few seconds, and before I knew it, my eyes welled up with tears.


    I didn’t even know why I was crying.


    Maybe it was because in this house where my parents weren’t around, someone had taken the time to care for me again.


    Maybe Josh understood me more than I realized-he knew how much I cared about the amusement park, even though I’d left it behind.


    I read the note again, holding it against my chest, and before I could stop myself, tears started rolling down my cheeks.


    Josh had made me breakfast. I wasn’t about to take that gesture for granted. After I ate, I texted him: [Thank you.]


    It was simple, just two words. But I couldn’t let myself take his efforts for granted.


    I sent the message and returned to the small things I’d bought from the night market yesterday. I hadn’t finished unpacking them when my phone rang.


    My heart skipped a beat-expecting something exciting, maybe?


    But when I saw the number, I sighed in relief. It was Davy. I picked up. “Davy?”


    He cleared his throat and said, “Zoe, did you find a new job?”


    It caught me off guard. “Uh, yeah. Why?”


    He cleared his throat again before asking, “Have you started yet?”


    I could already hear what he was trying to say. “If there’s something, just say it, Davy.”


    “No, nothing… just checking in, asking how things are,” Davy chuckled nervously.


    I scoffed lightly and said, “If you’re really concerned, just get to the point, Davy. No need to beat around the bush.”


    He fell silent. I guessed he was having an internal struggle, debating whether or not to tell me the truth.


    I wasn’t in a hurry, though. I didn’t push him. Instead, I patiently put the phone on speaker and went back to fiddling with my little gadget.


    “Mr. Dolton knows about your new job,” Davy said after his internal battle, finally giving in.


    I wasn’t surprised, but I knew Davy wasn’t calling me just to tell me that. I stopped what I was doing and asked, “What, is he nning some kind of scheme?”


    “You really are as sharp as ever, having been with Mr. Dolton for so long,” Davy’s words made me frown.


    I frowned. So Alvin didn’t want me to settle into my new job. But I hadn’t even received a call from thepany yet.


    I hadn’t started working, but I had signed the contract. If they wanted to cancel, they’d have to notify me.


    I wasn’t angry. Instead, I gave a lightugh and asked, “Let me guess. He’s threatening them, telling them if they hire me, he’ll make sure they vanish off the map?”


    Davy chuckled, confirming what I suspected.


    Alvin was the CEO of the Dolton Group. Of course, he thought he could control everything. He had that ssic “alpha boss”plex-no one dared to challenge him, or else.


    “Then he’d better be ready to wipe out everypany in Seastone,” I shot back, a mocking smile ying on my lips.


    Davy sighed deeply. “Zoe, Mr. Dolton still cares about you.”


    Iughed bitterly. Davy went on, “You know, he was embarrassed when you didn’t show up at his proposal yesterday. He threw a tantrum, but when he went back, he said something. He said if you came back, he’d make Thea leave.”


    I stared at the screen and said, “Late love is like a worthless thing-it’s already toote.”


    “Zoe…” Davy began, but I cut him off.


    I said, “Davy, I have a boyfriend now.”


    There was a long pause on the other end. “What? That quickly?”


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