After resigning, I turned around and left the company, driving straight back to the penthouse to pack my belongings.
I carefully wrapped up my painting supplies and finished artworks, the companions that had stayed with me for years.
As for the wedding decorations and jewelry York and I had prepared together, I left every single item behind.
I had just dragged my suitcase to the entrance when the sound of the door unlocking echoed through the apartment.
The door opened.
York and Summer walked in together.
Their expressions were relaxed and natural. They stood so close that the sight made my eyes ache.
When York saw the suitcase in my hand, surprise flashed across his face.
He handed me a luxurious black gift box, his tone carrying a hint of apology.
"Why are you carrying a suitcas
