Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains as Jenna Roland rose early to prepare breakfast. She placed golden fried eggs and steaming milk on the table before calling Ethan Roscente to join her.

After their meal, Jenna began organizing the clothes she planned to sell that day. As she dragged two heavy bags toward the door, she ran into Wyatt Roland, who had helped her yesterday.

"Good morning!" Jenna's eyes brightened. "Thank you again for your help."

Wyatt grinned. "No trouble at all."

"Are you here to see a friend?" Jenna asked curiously.

"Yeah, but he went out to buy groceries." Wyatt glanced at the bags on the floor. "Setting up your stall?"

Jenna nodded. "I need to catch the morning crowd."

"Let me carry these down for you," Wyatt offered. "I've got nothing else to do."

Jenna hesitated. "I couldn't impose..."

"Don't worry about it." Wyatt bent down and hoisted two bags effortlessly. "Grab another one, and I'll take them all down."

Jenna returned with two more bulging sacks, expecting Wyatt to make two trips. Instead, he lifted both in one hand and strode toward the elevator.

"My God!" Milo Roland's eyes widened. "That's insane strength!"

Jenna swallowed hard, equally stunned.

Ethan, standing nearby, narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening.

"I'll help," he said abruptly, striding past Jenna to grab the last bag before she could respond.

Jenna and Milo exchanged startled glances.

Inside the elevator, Wyatt and Ethan arranged the bags neatly in the corner. The confined space crackled with unspoken tension between the two tall men.

"Do you work out often?" Jenna asked, trying to ease the awkwardness. "These must weigh at least sixty pounds."

Wyatt chuckled. "I'm used to it. This is nothing."

Ethan stood behind Jenna, his gaze icy. Wyatt sensed the hostility and fell silent.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, Wyatt quickly unloaded the bags. Jenna noticed the veins standing out on Ethan's forearms as he carried two sacks.

"I'll get the bike," Jenna said, pulling Milo away.

By the time she returned with the e-tricycle, the men had already loaded everything. Wyatt muttered a hasty goodbye and retreated upstairs.

"See you later." Jenna started the engine and waved at Ethan.

He remained motionless, watching until the e-tricycle vanished around the corner. Morning light carved sharp shadows across his rigid profile.