Chapter 2

After hanging up, Alyssa hurriedly wiped away her tears, grabbed her documents, and started to leave. But the moment she opened the door, she bumped straight into the man standing outside. Enzo's neck was covered in kiss marks. The sight of him hit Alyssa like a truck. Even though she had already mentally prepared herself for the fact that Enzo and Nadine had been intimate, she still instinctively averted her gaze. Enzo noticed this subtle movement of hers. Seeing her slightly reddened eyes, he immediately connected the dots. His tone carried a warning as he spoke coldly, "Alyssa, whether you like it or not, I'm with Nadine now. I will marry her. Since you live here, you need to respect her. Don't say those ridiculous things again." Alyssa lowered her gaze and calmly replied, "I understand, Mr. Slater." The moment her address—"Mr. Slater"—left her lips, Enzo found it incredibly unfamiliar. He lowered his head and gave the young woman in front of him a deep look. He couldn't even remember the last time he had her address him that way. Back when Alyssa first moved into the Slater residence, she had always called him "Mr. Slater" sweetly. But later, when her feelings changed, she started calling him by his name instead. She refused to call him the way she used to. He frowned slightly and was about to speak when a woman's voice from behind him shattered the strange silence between them. "Enzo, I've moved my luggage here. Which room will I be staying in?" Enzo snapped back to reality and pulled Nadine, who was walking toward him, into his arms. He said gently, "You like sunlight, don't you? Alyssa's room faces south and has the best lighting. I'll have her move to the guest room; you can stay here from now on." A triumphant smile flickered in Nadine's eyes, but her tone carried a show of hesitation. "Oh, but how could I possibly take Alyssa's room? "Compared to Liss, I came later, after all. Maybe I should take the guest room instead?" As she spoke, she made a move to head downstairs, but in the next second, a startled gasp escaped her lips. Enzo had scooped her back into his arms. "You're my future wife, the mistress of this house. How could you possibly stay in a guest room?" "But Liss has lived in that room for so long. Won't it be hard for her to adjust if she suddenly has to move?" Hearing this, Enzo glanced at the woman standing at the door. "She'll have to get used to it. She needs to accept that I'm getting married, that this house has a mistress now, and that she is just an outsider." Alyssa's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she put on a self-mocking smile. An outsider, huh? Yes, he wasn't wrong. She was just an outsider. She pursed her lips. "I'll pack my things now and move to the guest room." It didn't matter anyway. Soon, she would be leaving for good and returning to her father's side. She never had to come back or set foot in this place again. This was Enzo and Nadine's home now. In the days that followed, Alyssa went to the embassy to handle her immigration paperwork. She left early and returned late every day just to avoid seeing Enzo. But no matter how hard she tried to avoid it, she still witnessed his deep affection and devotion to Nadine. When Nadine had a poor appetite, he spared no expense to hire top chefs to cook for her. When Nadine felt unwell, he canceled billion-dollar contracts just to stay home and take care of her. When Nadine casually mentioned a piece of jewelry she liked, he personally delivered it to her within ten minutes. Alyssa silently watched everything without making a fuss or causing a scene. As she waited for her immigration papers to be approved, she started packing her belongings. She packed up her suitcase first, then gathered all the love letters she had written to Enzo and the sketches she had drawn of him, placing them into a box. Carrying it outside, she was ready to throw it all away. Just as she reached the doorway, she unexpectedly ran into Enzo, who had just returned from buying sweets for Nadine. Alyssa acted as if she didn't see him, keeping her gaze straight ahead as she prepared to walk past him. The next moment, a sharp pain shot through her wrist. Enzo had grabbed her hand. "You've been avoiding me these past few days, haven't you?"