"She's not that foolish!" Leo sneered, convinced that Sunny wouldn't commit suicide.
Leo stepped out of the bedroom and opened the refrigerator, only to find it empty.
With Sunny gone, it seemed his passion for life had left with her.
When she lived here, she always kept the fridge stocked, filling it to the brim whether the items were useful or not.
Now, the empty fridge mirrored his hollow heart.
Originally planning to have breakfast at home, Leo realized he'd have to eat out.
He returned to single life, waking up alone and heading to work by himself.
At a red light, seeing a cheerful couple in the car beside him, Leo felt a pang of envy and frustration.
Love had made him vulnerable, unable to withstand such reminders.
As Leo approached the company, a sudden impulse struck him.
He slammed on the brakes, made a sharp turn at the next intersection, and headed toward the coast.
The coastal scenery along the way was breathtaking.
Leo floored the accelerator, speeding toward Sunny's new residence.
Once in the parking lot of her apartment, he rushed to the elevator.
While waiting, he called her, hoping to bring her breakfast if she hadn't woken up yet.
"Wow!" A few women passing by admired his physique; his sunglasses hid his face, but his build alone was captivating.
Eager to hear Sunny's voice, Leo was greeted instead by a "power off" message.
His heart immediately tightened with unease.
Anxious, Leo paced impatiently and repeatedly pressed the elevator button, finding the wait interminable.
The elevator doors opened, and he dashed inside, selecting Sunny's floor.
Still clutching his phone, he tried calling her again—only to receive the same "power off" message.
" What's going on with you, Sunny?" Leo's heart clenched with mounting dread, recalling last night's nightmare. His breathing grew labored.
Upon reaching the floor, Leo rushed out of the elevator and sprinted down the corridor, arriving at Sunny's door out of breath.
He rang the doorbell.
After five seconds, he began knocking forcefully, convinced she couldn't fail to hear him.
A sense of foreboding overwhelmed Leo.
Where was Sunny if not at home?
His first thought was her mother—no, now her Aunt Moira.
Without hesitation, Leo turned and raced back to his car, speeding toward Moira's place.
At Moira's residence, he abruptly knocked on the door.
Tasha opened it with a grumble, "Coming, who is it? You're going to break the door!"
Upon seeing Leo standing outside, she was stunned.
"Leo, no, Boss, why are you here so early?"
Tasha had been about to leave for work when Leo appeared like a vision. She blinked in disbelief, stammering her surprise.
"Is Sunny here?" Leo panted, his expression urgent.
"She's not... Boss, she really isn't here," Tasha replied, though she hadn't expected him to barge in so directly.
Moira, upstairs, heard Leo's voice and stiffened with anxiety.
She knew Sunny had asked her to stall for time and sighed resignedly—how could she possibly delay someone so frantic?
"Where's Moira?" Leo scanned the living room and, not spotting her, turned to Tasha.
"She... she's upstairs!"
Tasha had never seen Leo so agitated.
It felt surreal, as if she'd stepped into a romance drama. She remembered watching him on TV, his anxious expression as he searched for the female lead.
At the time, she'd been captivated, imagining the woman who could evoke such concern from him must be truly fortunate.
Now, seeing this side of him, she realized the person causing his distress was the very Sunny she despised. It was maddening.
Leo was about to head upstairs when he caught himself mid-step.
"Could you ask her to come down for me?" he turned to Tasha.
Tasha was all too happy to oblige and smiled sweetly. "Of course, wait a moment!"
She hurried upstairs, her heart heavy with resentment. The thought of aiding Leo in his search for Sunny filled her with bitterness.
Moira descended the stairs, and Leo immediately approached her. "Do you know where Sunny is? I can't reach her by phone or find her anywhere. Where is she?"