Time flies, it has been more than a week since Nancy left the splendid S city. Lyle's business trip to country A also reached agreements and ended happily. Everything at Global Group was still going on as usual, except that the president's office was always closed.
Stephen spun the pen in his hand, tilted his head back, and looked up at the ceiling. While he was sighing, Daria pushed the door open and walked in, announcing that Dylan had just arrived at the company and had just entered the office. He smiled contentedly after hearing her words.
“My resignation letter was effective. I should have given it to him a little sooner.”
After saying that, he stood up, jumped off the desk, and rushed straight into the next room. Daria sadly hugged the document he had just signed and then quietly went downstairs.
Yesterday, Stephen told her to bring the resignation letter to Dylan's house and give it to him, and today he showed up. Although she was happy that he finally left the house and went to the company, she was even sadder when she understood that Stephen would soon leave this place.
Dylan had just turned on the computer when he heard a knock on the door, and just a few seconds later, Stephen walked in. Seeing his best friend so skinny and haggard made his eyes hurt.
Love is a very difficult concept to describe. Previously, Stephen thought that Dylan was very disappointed in his fiancée, but it turned out that he always hoped that she would come back to him, still loving her even though he was hurt.
If he were to change places with Dylan, he wasn't sure if he would have the courage to pursue that love that was like a cactus, the more he hugged it, the more it hurt him.
“What is this resignation letter?” Dylan asked as he took the paper and held it up high.
“If I hadn't given it to you, would you be here now?”
Stephen pulled a chair to sit across from Dylan. The two of them exchanged glances for a while, then Dylan looked down and continued typing.
“So you'll stay, right?”
“No, I will still quit my job.”
After saying that, Stephen turned away, afraid that if he saw Dylan's miserable appearance and heard a few more reproaches from him, he wouldn't be able to control himself and agree to stay.
“One by one, everyone left me, first Nancy and then you.” Dylan’s voice dropped.
“Dylan…”
“You hand over the unfinished work to Daria so she can disseminate it to the new person.”
Looking at the signature stamped in bright red on the resignation letter, Stephen nodded slightly and stood up to leave.
Although he was sad because he knew that Dylan was blaming him, he had his dreams, and he also felt that Nancy's disappearance was partly his fault. If he had to face Dylan every day, he would be extremely uncomfortable.
The snowfall made the long day at the office even longer. After work, Stephen invited Daria to go out to eat with him, then went to the bar for a few cocktails to relieve stress.
The bartender was happy to see two customers who had not stopped by for a long time. Stephen signaled for him to make him a cocktail as usual and then turned to Daria.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Like you.”
Both of them silently listened to the gentle, melodious melody of the familiar Jazz music. When the bartender mixed the fourth cocktail, Stephen spoke up.
“Daria, thank you for supporting me for such a long time.”
“Nothing, it's all about work. But... when will you leave?”
“A few more days. Fortunately, all work is closely monitored by you, so the handover takes place quickly.”
Daria nodded slightly, then brought the glass to her lips, and drank it all in one gulp, as if she wanted to swallow something stuck in her throat that made her unable to speak. If only tears could fall from the corners of her eyes, this feeling of crying in her heart hurt her heart.
Seeing the girl sitting next to him suddenly have a strange expression, Stephen stopped drinking, he made an excuse that he was sleepy and wanted to go home early. After paying, the two of them walked out.
The cold beauty of winter nights truly fascinates people, but for lonely people, it makes them feel endlessly sad. Daria longingly looked at the figure in front of her. In just a few short days, the man she loved would go far away.
Daria didn't know what the result would be if she gathered up all her courage to confess to him now. If he rejected her, she probably wouldn't be able to be friends with him in the future. But if she didn't say it, she was afraid she would regret it for the rest of her life.
“Stephen, can I... wait for you?”
The question suddenly rang out behind Stephen, causing his steps to slow down. As soon as he turned his head, he saw those clear eyes filled with tears.
To be honest, he had realized that Daria had feelings for him for a long time but had always pretended not to know because he still hoped that Nancy would give him a chance.
But perhaps he had dreamed too far. He was Dylan's best friend, even if she chose to leave Dylan, she would still not come to him.
In this love race, he was the loser, that girl's heart would forever only embrace a single image.
Taking a deep breath, he approached Daria, his voice softening.
“If I can forget her one day, the first person I will think of will be you. But who knows when that will be? You…”
“I wait for you.”
“Daria…”
“I will wait until you forget her. As long as you remember I'm always here waiting for you.”
A glistening tear fell from the corner of her eye, but it was followed by a smile of affirmation. Stephen raised his hand to adjust the scarf around the neck of the person opposite him, his lips also smiled slightly.
“Get in the car. I'll take you home.”
Daria nodded slightly and quickly got into the car. Although Stephen's answer didn't move their relationship forward or backward, at least she was able to express her feelings to him and at least he still gave her a little hope for this unrequited love.
The way home tonight was so short. Looking at the car following behind through the rearview mirror, Daria felt extremely warm inside.
At the same time, at Global Group's filming location, Rosalind's scene had just ended. Lyle had been waiting for her since the afternoon to go out to eat together.
Looking at his lover's tired appearance, he wanted to advise her to leave that halo of light and leave everything for him to take care of, but he knew that would be too selfish.
For an artist, being forced to give up their career is like cutting off their wings.
“Have you been waiting for me long?” Rosalind asked as she got into the car.
“Not too long. What do you want to eat?”
“Hot pot.”
Lyle nodded slightly, reached out to fasten Rosalind's seat belt, and drove to the famous hot pot restaurant near the filming location. She smiled and leaned back in her seat. Being by his side made her feel more comfortable than ever.
Before, whether she was with Daniel or Dylan, she always had to look around, and she never dared to go to cheap eateries because she was afraid that reporters would easily see her, so she had to go to luxurious and less crowded places.
The day she was slovenly chasing Lyle to the airport, she was discovered by reporters, took pictures and reported the news, and from faraway country A, he officially confirmed that he was dating her, and said that he had shamelessly pursued her for many years before she accepted.