I woke up in a hospital, and I was all wrapped up in bandages.
Howard stood by my bedside, talking to the doctor.
He noticed I had opened my eyes even before the doctor did, and immediately leaned over.
"You're awake?"
I nodded slightly.
The concern in his eyes was unmistakable—I saw it clearly.
"I have already called the police. They're efficient, and they've already caught the people who did this."
Howard was the CEO of a renowned record company. He once poached me with a huge offer to work as a producer at his record label.
But the affection in his eyes was far too obvious, and my heart was already occupied by Steven.
So I turned him down many times.
Still, I did give him one of my compositions as a gift. Out of gratitude, Howard made a promise to me: if I ever decided to leav
