Too much had happened in such a short time. Everyone was being forced to change—Khloe, and Charlotte even more so.
Ethan wanted to comfort her, but he knew it would likely be useless.
He lifted his hand and rested it lightly on Charlotte's shoulder. "You're right. So we just have to keep going—do our best, and take care of ourselves. Even if things don't go our way, at least we can say we stayed true to ourselves. No regrets."
Out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte noticed his hand. He was careful, keeping a respectful distance, and soon withdrew it.
"Thank you, Ethan."
…
As for Khloe, once she returned home, she collapsed onto the bed.
Her whole body felt unwell. Nausea, queasiness, pain… yet she knew these sensations were illusions. There was nothing wrong with her body—the problem lay in her heart.
Nick's face replayed over and over in her mind.
Even though she hadn't dared to look at him, every expression, every trace of pain on his face had etched itself into her, refusing to fade.
She had thought she could let go of a relationship with ease.
But it was him.
Deep love does not last long—and he, of all people, loved the deepest.
Suppressing her discomfort, Khloe drifted into a restless sleep.
Half-awake, she felt her phone vibrate. It was a message from the company.
She opened it to find several photos. Nick had sent over gifts and care packages—one for every employee in the company.
As for her, her office had been filled with vibrant, flourishing potted flowers, along with gifts from brands she usually liked.
The expense was considerable, though for Nick, it was nothing.

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