Back at the apartment, Emerald needed to pack some important documents and clothes. As Alaric watched her tidying up quietly, he leaned against the door and said, "Don’t pack too many clothes; Penthouse has plenty."

Thinking about the various cheongsams hanging in the penthouse's wardrobe, Emerald asked, "Alaric, did you plan this all along?"

The man slowly walked toward her, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like an endless sea.

"Guess why it’s called my penthouse?"

Emerald had initially thought it was just a coincidence. After all, the building had been there for years, and it wasn’t something that could be fixed in just a few months.

She wasn’t so sure...