The next morning, at Nicholson Corp., Dahlia woke up groggily and found herself lying on the sofa of her office. She was covered with a thick blanket, and there was even a steaming glass of milk on the table beside her.

Last night's events were still fuzzy to her, and she rubbed her head, which was throbbing slightly in pain. Feeling parched, she picked up the glass of milk and finished it in one go. It made her feel warm inside, giving her a slight relief from the discomfort she was feeling.

"Dahlia, you're awake." At that moment, Dustin walked in with the breakfast that he had just bought.

"Why are you here?" Dahlia's brows creased into a frown, and her expression turned cold.

"I didn't know where you lived, so I brought you back to your office for the night." As he was talking, he took out a takeaway container with a full English breakfast inside as well as a bowl of chicken soup.

"I'm asking why you are here?" Dahlia asked in exasperation.

"Have you forgotten about what hap