The morning sunlight pierced through the gap of the curtains, illuminating the luxury dressing table. On top of the glass surface, a small desk calendar stood upright. A hand with a firm movement crossed out one more date that had passed.
The remaining number now pointed to a count of twenty-five days.
Leonardo stood near the window, observing that movement with a heavy breath. A line of frustration was printed clearly on his handsome face. Every crossing out on that calendar felt like a time bomb ready to detonate his future. He had to immediately find a way to separate from Veronica without triggering the anger of Arthur and Helena, yet his head felt stuck.
Meanwhile, Veronica stood calmly in front of a large mirror. She glanced at Leo who finally moved away from the dressing table ar
