The streets were wet with the early autumn rain, the chill in the air seeping into every corner. Olivia Green was dressed in a thin dress, holding two suitcases tightly in her hands as she walked along the empty sidewalks, searching.

"Ethan Orne, where are you?"

"Ethan Orne?"

"Ethan Orne!"

The rain kept falling, making the foreign street feel even lonelier. Occasionally, a few strangers passed by and gave Olivia odd looks—like she was crazy. But she didn’t care. She hadn’t come all this way for nothing. She was supposed to be on vacation, here with her fiancé. They were supposed to be enjoying themselves.

Yet, Ethan Orne had vanished without a word. No calls, no texts, nothing. Left with no choice, she picked up her suitcases and started a desperate search. Hours became an entire day, but Ethan was nowhere to be found.

The rain grew heavier, the cold biting. Olivia’s voice was hoarse from calling out his name, her clothes damp against her skin.

And then, her phone rang. Olivia Green quickly reached for her phone, but her hands were so cold and stiff that she accidentally fumbled it.

The phone slipped from her grasp and skidded far away.

Through the curtain of rain, a man holding a black umbrella stepped into her line of sight.

He bent down, picked up her phone, and walked towards her, umbrella in hand.

He was tall, dressed in a sharp suit, his figure straight and elegant. Every move he made carried an innate air of sophistication.

Olivia had never seen a man so flawlessly refined before.

He looked as though he had stepped right out of an ancient painting. His features were delicately sculpted, his pale skin cold and striking, and his face was breathtaking. His phoenix eyes seemed to hold a gentle light when they looked at someone, but if you looked closer, there was an almost bewitching quality to them, as if he could reach into your soul.

Every step he took was commanding, his aura overwhelming.

Even Ethan Orne, who was no ordinary-looking man, couldn’t come close to matching this stranger’s allure.

The moment this man appeared, it was as if he could captivate anyone's heart effortlessly.

Olivia stared at him, completely taken aback. The man walked up to Olivia Green, positioned the umbrella over her head, and handed her the phone after a quiet glance.

Snapping back to reality, Olivia quickly took the phone. "Thank you!" Her voice was hoarse, cracking as she spoke.

Calling out all day had left her throat completely raw, and she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious.

The man spoke gently, "No need to thank me. Here, take the umbrella."

Olivia froze for a moment before realizing what he meant. He was giving her the umbrella. A faint warmth flickered in her chest. "But it's still raining, and it might get heavier. You’ll get wet."

"It’s fine. You’re a woman; don’t get soaked."

Those few simple words landed straight in her heart, a quiet ache spreading inside her.

No one had ever said something like that to her before. Everyone saw her as strong and capable, never stopping to think that maybe, just maybe, she longed for someone’s kindness too. She wasn’t inherently strong; life had forced her to put on armor just to survive.

Now, even a stranger was showing her concern, worrying that she might get caught in the rain. Yet her fiancé, Ethan Orne, had left her stranded on an unfamiliar street in a foreign country. A whole day without so much as a phone call. The man handed Olivia Green the umbrella and walked off to the side.

Olivia snapped out of her daze, intending to return the umbrella, but at that moment her phone buzzed again.

She hurriedly pulled out her phone and answered, "Hello?"

"Olivia, you probably don't know yet, but Miranda Woods has returned to the country. Do you know where your fiancé is right now? He's already flown back and is at the hospital with Miranda," the voice on the other end informed her.

Those words froze Olivia in place; her mind went blank. She knew Miranda Woods, the celebrity and Ethan Orne's first love. Yet even knowing this, she couldn’t believe it. "No... that can’t be," she murmured in denial.

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