After returning home, Roxanne initially planned to speed up the moving process. However, her leg injury had not fully healed, and her movement was still limited, so she hired a moving company to come and assist on-site.

Cardboard boxes of all sizes filled the living room. Several workers bustled around, packing and lifting items, moving in and out of the house with the door wide open.

When Andre returned and saw the chaotic scene, he immediately asked what was going on. Roxanne calmly delivered the explanation she had prepared in advance.

"The Northwich apartment has been fully renovated. It's closer to where you work, so I thought we'd move there. It'll be more convenient."

Thinking of the property transfer agreement he signed last time, Andre nodded.

After changing his shoes, he walked over to the couch and sat down. As he mentally recalled the layout of the new apartment, he made small talk with Roxanne.

"I remember you like gardening. When the time comes, why not leave the east balcony empty for your plants?"

After a few seconds of silence, Roxanne softly replied, "There's no need. I've given up on that hobby."

Andre instinctively glanced at the vase of fresh lilies on the table, feeling that she was not telling the truth.

Just as he was about to persuade her otherwise, he suddenly noticed that the boxes being moved out by the workers all seemed to contain his belongings. His attention shifted, and he changed the subject without thinking.

"Why are all of these mine? Where are your things?"

"They've already been moved."

Hearing her answer so quickly, Andre assumed she meant her things had already been sent to the new apartment. He did not question it further.

He stood up and poured himself a glass of water, then casually gave some instructions. "Please make sure all the boxes are labeled clearly. When they arrive, don't place them in the wrong rooms."

Roxanne looked at him quietly, her gaze flickering for a moment. She swallowed the words she almost spoke.

There would be no mistake. It was because the only things in the apartment would be his.

Once everything was settled, Andre supported Roxanne as they made their way downstairs. As soon as the elevator doors opened, the two of them came face-to-face with Caitlin and her brother, Xavier. For a moment, all four of them froze in place.

Andre had not anticipated such an encounter. A flicker of panic flashed through his eyes. He quickly let go of Roxanne's hand, stepped forward, and stood in front of her.

"What are you two doing here?"

Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Caitlin wanted to check out your place, and I've never been here either, so we asked your parents for the address and thought we'd surprise you."

Caitlin, however, kept her gaze fixed on Roxanne the entire time. If she remembered correctly, she had seen this woman at least twice; once at the law firm and once outside the private room.

A strong gut feeling stirred her curiosity about Roxanne's identity, so she smiled and tested the waters with a couple of probing questions.

"Andre, who's this lady?"

For once, Andre fell silent as if weighing how exactly he should introduce Roxanne.

Roxanne's expression remained calm and unbothered, even pleasant. She extended a friendly hand toward Caitlin.

"I'm Roxanne, Mr. Spencer's college classmate. I'm currently in the middle of a divorce, so I came to ask him for help. I didn't expect him to be moving today. What unfortunate timing."

Her words snapped Andre out of his daze. Guilt briefly passed through his eyes as he glanced at Roxanne, but he soon followed her lead and introduced them to each other.

Although everything appeared normal on the surface, Caitlin still felt a lingering sense of unease. Yet with so many people around, she thought it best not to press further. Instead, she urged Xavier to help carry some boxes.

Caitlin then walked over to Roxanne's side and struck up a conversation. "Roxy, why are you getting a divorce?"

Roxanne had not expected her to be so forward. She paused for a few seconds and then smiled gently.

"My husband's in love with another woman."

Upon hearing that Roxanne was going through something similar, Caitlin immediately felt a surge of sympathy and could not help but offer some comfort.

"I went through almost the same thing, but it's alright. Once the divorce is finalized, everything will get better. Andre will definitely help you through this."

Yes, he truly had helped her with the most difficult part—the signature.

Roxanne nodded and picked up where she left off. "I heard he personally handled your case. He must've put in a great deal of effort."

A shy smile appeared on Caitlin's face, and her tone lightened. "Yes, Andre really helped a lot. He gathered evidence so I could sue my ex-husband while also staying by my side to protect me. If he hadn't stepped in, I might've died because of that lunatic long ago."

Watching Caitlin speak so sweetly as she reminisced about such traumatic memories, Roxanne stood still for a moment. Then, she suddenly blurted out a rather inappropriate question, "Do you like Andre?"

The moment she asked, Caitlin stiffened. She hesitated for a long time before answering in a faltering voice.

"I'm not sure. At first, I only saw him as a big brother. Since we were young, he'd always take me out to play, look after me in every way, and even prepare all kinds of gifts.

"When someone bullied me in school, he'd step up to confront them, sometimes even getting into fights and ending up covered in bruises. After he found out about my divorce, he was the one who approached me and offered to help.

"Later, my brother told me that Andre has actually liked me in secret for many years… He's always so aloof, so untouchable. I never imagined he'd be the kind to secretly fall for someone. I really don't know how he ended up liking me."

As she went on and on, Roxanne felt an overwhelming mix of emotions rising within her. Through Caitlin's words, she came to know an Andre who was completely different from the one in her memories.

It turned out he was not cold by nature; he simply did not like her enough. It turned out he was not indifferent to everything; she was just not the person who could ignite his passion.

The tragedy was that she had fallen too deeply and realized the truth far too late. She had wasted so many years on him in vain.

Lost in her memories, Caitlin did not notice the complex and meaningful expression that had settled on Roxanne's face.

After their conversation, Caitlin already regarded Roxanne as someone she could confide in. She summoned her courage and slowly voiced a question that had been troubling her for a long time. It was a question she had never voiced aloud, not even to those closest to her.

"Roxy, what do you think of Andre?"

Roxanne understood exactly what Caitlin was implying. She lifted her head and remembered the house that was about to be emptied. Then, she shared what was truly in her heart.

"I've known him for twelve years, but only recently, after spending more time together, did I realize that I never really understood him. So, if you're asking what kind of person he is, I'm afraid I can't answer that.

"But what I can tell you is this—this is the first time I've seen him like someone this much."

Caitlin nodded thoughtfully, a sense of reassurance settling into her heart.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon and evening approached, she took Roxanne's hand and suggested they have dinner together.

At that very moment, Andre, who had just come downstairs, overheard the invitation and stopped in his tracks. His face was filled with reluctance.

Seeing his expression, Roxanne's lips curved into a faint smile, and she declined Caitlin's offer.

"I have something to take care of tonight. I won't impose on you."

Andre did not give the siblings any chance to respond and guided Roxanne straight into the car. "You two go ahead. I'll meet you after I drop her off at home."

The moving truck followed behind them as their car exited the residential complex.

Andre's heart pounded in sync with the red and green lights at each street corner, his mind racing to come up with a reasonable explanation. However, Roxanne was the first to break the tense silence, her voice calm and detached.

"There's no need to be so nervous. Didn't we agree before we got married to keep it a secret from everyone except our parents? We'll only make it public when both of us feel ready. If you're not ready yet, I understand."

Andre's anxious heart gradually settled when he heard the softness of her tone. He took a deep breath, and his voice carried a trace of gratitude.

"Thank you for understanding. Honestly, I've slowly started to accept being married. Just give me a little more time and I'll make it public."

Roxanne gave a barely audible hum in response and turned to gaze out the window.

It had been three years since they got married, and it was still a secret. Now, he was asking for even more time.

However, she no longer wanted to wait. She was tired.