Morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains. Ethan Roscente stood before the bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth.

A gentle knock sounded at the door. "Breakfast is ready," Jenna Roland's soft voice called.

The water stopped running. Ethan responded with a quiet acknowledgment. Jenna turned and walked toward the dining area, pouring steaming soy milk into a cup.

Ethan soon appeared in the doorway. His gaze softened at the sight of four delicate side dishes and a bamboo steamer releasing wisps of heat on the table.

He approached Jenna and pressed a light kiss to her cheek.

"What time did you wake up?" Ethan pulled out a chair, his eyes never leaving her face.

Jenna handed him chopsticks. "Five. I thought you've been too busy lately—takeout isn't good for you."

Ethan picked up a translucent shrimp dumpling. "Thank you."

Jenna bit her lower lip. "I haven't been taking proper care of you these days..."

Ethan ruffled her hair. "Don't say that." His thumb brushed the corner of her eye. "Let's eat."

They enjoyed breakfast in comfortable silence. Jenna suddenly asked, "Would you like braised pork ribs or sweet and sour fish tomorrow?"

"Anything you make is good." Ethan stood to clear the dishes with efficient movements.

Water rushed in the kitchen sink. Jenna stood beside Ethan drying plates, their arms occasionally brushing.

"I'll go change." Jenna wiped her hands and hurried upstairs.

Ethan carried several packed bags of clothes downstairs. Wyatt Roland waited below, hesitating as he accepted the bundles.

"No need to follow today," Ethan said briefly before returning upstairs for the remaining items.

When he came back down, Jenna was already waiting at the gate on her e-tricycle. She wore a light blue shirt, her hair fluttering in the morning breeze.

Ethan loaded the last two bags and swung into the passenger seat.

Jenna turned in surprise. "You're not going to work today?"

"It's the weekend." He fastened his seatbelt, his gaze lingering on her hands gripping the steering wheel.

Jenna blinked. She remembered how Ethan used to spend weekends buried in his office.

The e-tricycle merged onto Sunset Boulevard. At a red light, Jenna checked her phone messages.

A black Audi Q7 pulled up beside them. The window rolled down, revealing Julian Cardenas' shocked expression.

"Mr. Roscente?" His voice trembled with disbelief.

Ethan turned. His eyes instantly turned frosty.

The light changed. Jenna smoothly accelerated. Julian remained frozen until impatient car horns startled him back to reality.

He slammed the gas pedal, his eyes locked on the e-tricycle carrying the CEO of HM Group.