When Daniel and Donna entered the restaurant, they encountered Dylan and Stephen. Seeing the president of LE Bank walking with the former employee of Global Group, Stephen spoke first.
“Hello Mr. Daniel, hello Miss Donna, are you two going to dinner too?”
“Yes. Long time no see, hello Mr. Dylan, Mr. Stephen.” Daniel replied.
Donna also bowed slightly in return. Previously, Donna heard Nancy say that the president of Global Group and she broke up because their personalities were not compatible.
She thought it was a peaceful agreement between the two sides, but it seems that neither of them can let go of this love affair.
Whenever they met to drink coffee and chat, she saw that Nancy was always sad, and the man standing opposite her now looked very haggard, as if he was competing for a thin prize with rice leaves.
“Everyone is busy. Let's meet for a meal when you're free.” Dylan suggested.
“Okay. The president of Global Group is my big client, I'll treat you that day. Let me take the initiative to call you. See you later.”
After finishing speaking, Daniel quickly dragged Donna inside. He was afraid that if he kept talking, Dylan would ask for Nancy's information, which would be very troublesome for him. Last time he was bothered by Dylan so much that he felt dizzy.
This morning, when Jolie and Mason went to the bank to file for a loan extension,  he found out that his fake cousin had run away again.
He also did not understand what this couple was playing at. When he saw the contracts of the Indochina project signed by Dylan directly with Lucky Company in the loan re-granting documents, he thought that the two of them had mended their relationship, he didn't expect things to turn out like this.
After dinner, Dylan and Stephen stopped by a roadside pub to drink a few glasses of wine and review old memories. During the entire conversation, no one mentioned Nancy.
The hearts of the two lonely men were filled with countless thoughts revolving around that girl. For Dylan, losing her was like losing a part of his body.
“Didn't you go home to visit before departing?” Dylan put down his empty glass and looked at the person next to him.
“I was going to go home, but my parents are traveling, so I'll fly right away. When I get there I'll video chat with them. You still haven't said anything to my dad, right?”
“Uh. I haven't said anything yet. Wishing you all the best of luck, Stephen.”
Dylan poured more wine into Stephen's glass and then raised it again, signaling Stephen to drink it all with him.
Stephen didn't know if there was a problem with his eyes, but he saw tears in Dylan's eyes. Suddenly, his nose was stinging, and he felt like his eyes were about to have problems too, and the image in front of him was gradually blurring.
He quickly touched his glass to the glass in Dylan's hand and turned away, drinking it all in one gulp.
Before, when he heard his old partners say that beer and wine contain female hormones, so when men drink them, they will have a graceful, supple, and soft gait like women, he still pouted, thinking that they were talking nonsense.
He thought it was because they were so drunk that they couldn't control their arms and legs, so they swayed like that. But now he believed it, the proof was that the two real men were gradually turning into women, about to cry.
Because Stephen was afraid that if he drank more alcohol, he would lose control and do something silly and illogical, so he made an excuse that he had to fly early tomorrow, hurriedly said goodbye to Dylan, and drove away.
Stephen didn't know that Dylan was looking like that because he missed his fiancee.
Returning to the empty villa, Dylan sighed softly, looked around, and then went straight upstairs.
No breakup wasn't sad, especially with the people he loved. His lover had cruelly left him first, now his colleague and good friend had also left him. Several bridge spans continued to collapse one after another.
His love for Nancy makes him happy a little but sad a lot. He thought he and she would get back together again, but in the end, they broke up. Could it be that his fate was so miserable?
His eyes stopped at the picture of the single bride on the table for a long time, and then he reached out to take it, gently placing a kiss on the lips of the person in the picture as if he wanted to soothe the pain that was tearing his heart apart.
He was the one who lost her when she was in his arms, not some other man who stole her away. The lover's footsteps followed the wind and drifted to a strange land, a land where he was not there.
“Nancy, in that faraway place, do you still miss me? When will I stop loving you?”
Putting the photo back in its place, Dylan put his hand in his pocket, took out the pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette, lit it, and brought it to his lips.
Stephen had left the corporation and his hot seat was still vacant, so Dylan had to shoulder everything. That's why he didn't dare to drink alcohol to relieve his sadness, but could only find cigarette smoke to kill the long, hopeless night.
Although he asked himself that, he knew clearly that he would never be able to forget and stop loving her unless time could be turned back, returning him to the time when he had not yet met the little girl who loved to eat leaves and flowers.
But if possible, he wanted time to stop right when she accepted his love. Those days were so peaceful and poetic. Every summer afternoon, she and he would go to the terrace to watch the clouds drift by and imagine shapes like dogs and cats.
When autumn came, they walked together under the golden ginkgo trees, he teased her and ran away, letting her chase him. When winter came, he would buy her warm clothes and scarves, hold her hands to warm her through the cold season, and wait for spring to come. That innocent love was not entangled with any sadness because of the worries of life.
“Honey, I hope that the person who comes after will love you more than me and won't hurt you like I did.”
The night gradually fades away with vague puffs of smoke. The sound of coughing rang out from time to time, making the heavy darkness even more tiring.
The night passed, and the day came. By the glass window, Daria looked up at the gloomy sky, and when she heard the sound of the engine passing by, she thought it was the flight carrying Stephen.
Yesterday, Dylan and he invited her to go out for a farewell meal, but she refused with the excuse of feeling unwell. She was afraid that at the last minute, he would suddenly change his mind and tell her to stop waiting for him.
Daria didn't know how long Stephen would be gone, when he would come back, and when he would forget the past. If he could forget that past, he would also forget her. Although this bet was not certain, she still steadfastly waited for him to return.
The knock on the door pulled Daria out of her thoughts, she hurriedly went to the desk, grabbed the documents, and walked out. Edana was waiting outside the room. When she saw Daria appear, she immediately smiled friendly.
“The Chairman told me to call you, it's almost time.”
Daria nodded slightly and walked with Edana to the meeting room. Until someone was appointed to Stephen's position, Dylan would be her direct boss, all big and small issues in the construction sector would be handled by him.
Although when she looked at him spinning like a pinwheel, she felt that he was a little pitiful, she felt that was good because at least he didn't dare to get bogged down in alcohol anymore. She hopes that time can help people heal all the wounds in their hearts.