Chapter 5

That evening, Cindy came home.

She pushed open the bedroom door to see me packing clothes into my suitcase.

Her hand paused on her collar. "Where are you going?"

"Abroad. To clear my head."

I didn't stop what I was doing, stuffing my toiletry bag into the suitcase.

She walked to the bed and pulled out a black card, her tone softening.

"Milan or Paris? Buy whatever you like."

"Once the show details are finalized in a few days, I'll come get you for our anniversary."

I zipped up the suitcase, stood up, and looked at her coldly.

"Cindy, what if I leave this time and don't come back?"

Her brow furrowed, irritation flashing in her eyes.

"Terry, are you really going to fight with me this long over design credits?"

"I manage such a huge company every day and still have to deal with your moods. Can't you be a little understanding?"

I stared at her for several seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Fine. I'll be understanding."

The day I left for the airport, South City was hit by a torrential rainstorm.

Cindy offered to take me to the airport. I didn't refuse.

On the way, her phone vibrated.

She answered, and Antoine's anxious crying came through the receiver.

"Cindy, the baby suddenly has a high fever. I'm so scared..."

Cindy slammed on the brakes, jerked the steering wheel, and pulled directly into the emergency lane.

She turned to me, her eyes urgent.

"Terry, there's an urgent matter at the company I need to handle immediately."

"There's a subway station just ahead. Can you take a taxi to the airport yourself?"

I looked at the pouring rain outside.

I didn't get angry or question her. I just calmly nodded.

"Okay."

Cindy nodded lightly. "Let me know when you arrive."

I didn't respond. I opened the door, grabbed my umbrella, and pulled my suitcase from the trunk.

Cindy didn't even wait for me to get my footing before hitting the gas. The car shot into the rain like an arrow.

Muddy water splashed onto the hem of my coat.

I pulled my suitcase and turned toward the subway station.

More than ten hours later, the plane landed smoothly at Milan Airport.

As I walked out of the VIP passage, several Bulgari executives were already waiting.

The lead Executive President stepped forward and shook my hand warmly.

"Mr. Terry, welcome to Milan. Your office and team are fully ready."