Ethan's brows knitted tightly.
It had been three whole years. Every single year on February 20th, without fail.
Someone would leave a bowl of seafood noodles at his door.
He fired off a message to the property management, asking them to pull the security footage to figure out who was leaving the noodles.
Ethan barely slept a wink that night.
He hauled himself to the film set at three in the morning, dead set on drowning himself in work.
Work was the only thing that could numb him, keep his mind occupied enough to stop thoughts of Zoe from creeping in.
But when he wrapped up filming for the day, he ran right into Yvonne at the set entrance.
That same reporter who had spread slanderous lies about him years back.
Yvonne apologized to him right off the bat, then said she had something
