Sierra leaned forward slightly, her brows furrowed in concern. “I’m listening. Did something go wrong? Financially or something else? Because if it’s money, I can help. I’m making good money now,” she said earnestly.Her father shook his head, a small smile forming on his lips. “No, Sierra. Our finances are fine,” he said reassuringly. “The issue isn’t about money. The thing is, your mom and I made a decision... we’ve decided that we’re going to leave this city.”“Huh?” Sierra’s eyes widened in shock. “Leave this city? To where? Why?” she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.Her dadclasped his hands together, his expression calm but serious. “We’re shifting the business,” he explained. “We found that the next city has more potential for what we’re doing. I already have a lot of clients there, and moving will allow me to build even more connections.”Her mother chimed in, nodding in agreement. “Your dad is right, sweetheart,” she said. “It’s the best decision for the business and fo

As evening settled in, Sierra stood in front of her mirror, finishing the final touches to her outfit. She had chosen a casual yet stylish look for her dinner with Chris, the mysterious FlibbityBoo. She wore a pair of light blue skinny jeans that hugged her curves perfectly and a simple white blouse tucked in neatly, the fabric soft and flowing. Her sleeves were slightly rolled up, and the top had delicate lace details along the neckline, adding a touch of elegance.Her hair was left loose, cascading down her back in soft waves, and her makeup was minimal but radiant—a light gloss on her lips and a hint of blush on her cheeks. She slipped on a pair of nude flats that complemented her outfit, giving her a relaxed but polished appearance. A small crossbody bag completed the look, slung over her shoulder, carrying just the essentials for the evening.She stepped back from the mirror, giving herself one last look. Her beauty radiated effortlessly, even in such a simple ensemble. She sighe

Chris smiled confidently, adjusting his tie as he began. "Well, the work I do? I’m into import and export. It’s pretty demanding, and I’m always outside the country, flying here and there. In fact, I only came back recently to oversee some goods that arrived. After this, I’ll probably be off again soon."Sierra nodded, intrigued. "That sounds like a busy life.""It is," Chris agreed, leaning in slightly. "But it’s rewarding, and it gives me the flexibility to enjoy moments like this."He then gave her a charming smile. "As for where I stay, I live in a quiet neighborhood. It’s peaceful. You know, if you’re interested, you could visit after we’re done here.”Sierra immediately shook her head, feeling a little awkward. “No, no, I was just asking. Not to visit or anything.”Chris chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on her for a moment. “Fair enough. Just thought I’d extend the invite. You never know; it might be worth the trip.”Sierra forced a polite smile. She leaned forward slightly,

Meanwhile, Elijah’s car pulled into the parking lot of Grand Oak Restaurant. The headlights cut through the dim light before turning off as he parked in a prime spot near the entrance.Dressed sharply in a shirt and slacks, Elijah stepped out, exuding his usual composed confidence. His cologne lingered in the cool air as he glanced at the glowing sign of the restaurant.After locking his car, he adjusted his wristwatch and ran a hand through his neatly styled hair, looking every bit the man who could effortlessly draw attention. He took a moment to scan his surroundings before heading toward the entrance.Elijah stepped into the Grand Oak Restaurant, immediately greeted by the warm glow. A small smile spread across his face as he admired the upscale decor.A waiter approached him with a courteous smile, saying, "Welcome, sir. Kindly have a seat."Elijah nodded, about to thank the waiter when his eyes caught sight of a familiar face across the room. His expression froze briefly, then

"Thank you," Elijah replied, offering a small nod before putting his phone down and straightening up. The aroma of the meal hit him, and for a moment, he let out a soft sigh. Maybe a good meal would help clear his thoughts, at least for the time being.He reached for his cutlery, ready to dig in.Meanwhile, Sierra arrived home, her face completely clouded with sadness. As she stepped inside, her mother noticed immediately. "Sierra, what's wrong?" her mom asked with concern, stepping closer to her.Sierra shook her head. "Nothing, Mom," she muttered, her voice faint and distant as she began to walk past her.Her dad came into the hallway, frowning. "Sierra, talk to us. What happened? Did something go wrong at your dinner?”Sierra stopped briefly, her emotions threatening to spill over, but instead of answering, she shook her head again. "Please, just don’t worry me right now," she said, her tone sharper than she intended."Sierra!" her mom called out, alarmed by her daughter's unusual