Emilia looked embarrassed. She didn't know where to look, so she lowered her head and stared at her toes.

To be honest, the innocence and confusion she displayed at the moment were completely different from what she had actually done.

After catching a glimpse of her embarrassment, Frederic, whether it was to provoke me or genuinely sympathize with her, unexpectedly embraced her shoulders in front of all of us, silently offering his support.

"Frederic!" Dylan's voice suddenly turned displeased.

"Dylan, you look even more handsome than before!" I interrupted Dylan's words, reaching out and grabbing his arm, praising him loudly.

Janessa, who was standing at the front of the elevator, kept pressing the close button. Outside the elevator, Frederic stared at us intently. Soon, the elevator doors separated us.

I was best at making Frederic unhappy.

As the elevator door closed, I let go of Dylan's arm and said somewhat apologetically, "Sorry, Dylan, I just borrowed your arm for a moment."

Yasmin spoke up, "Don't worry, he was definitely very willing."

Greta grinned again. Greta and Yasmin exchanged a glance, revealing meaningful looks.

"Indeed, I would be more than happy to," Dylan's tone was half serious and half teasing, "Remember to come to me if there are any more good things like this in the future."

"Dylan, you are becoming more and more humorous," I could only answer helplessly.

Dylan smiled and remained silent. After the elevator doors opened, our group left the hotel and headed toward a nearby KTV.

I vented all my recent frustrations and irritations through singing. Although I study instrumental music, my vocal abilities are also quite good, and my singing skills are decent.

Cecelia told us that she had brought her employees here to play before, got a membership card, and even stored two boxes of wine. She then asked the waiter to bring one box in for us to drink.

"Syl, you sing this with Dylan!" Greta suddenly handed the microphone to Dylan and said to me.

As I looked at the screen, there was a song called "Marry Me".

"Um... okay," I drank a bit of alcohol and didn't think much about it.

Halfway through singing, I suddenly noticed Greta holding my phone and answering a call. I couldn't hear what she said. She answered two sentences and then hung up.

Unlike my casualness, Dylan's singing voice had no technique, only pure emotion. Occasionally, he would glance at me, his eyes shining brightly and full of life.

I could only pretend that I didn't see his burning gaze.

After finally finishing that song, Greta handed me my phone and whispered in my ear, "Frederic just called you, I answered. I told him you were singing love songs with Dylan and that you didn't have time to take the call."

I was speechless. Greta really feared that I had too much free time and constantly found things for me to do.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Frederic's phone rang again. I didn't know what to say to him, so I just hung up the phone.

In order to avoid being disturbed, I even turned off my phone and continued playing. It wasn't until midnight that I stumbled home.

Marcel responsibly supported me into the living room and then left with relief. I felt a bit dizzy and stumbled upstairs. As I pushed open the bedroom door, a strong smell of smoke made me cough.

The door to the balcony was open, and the cold wind blew the smell of smoke into the room. Frederic was standing on the balcony, with his back turned toward me.

"How could you smoke in my room?" I walked over and opened the window, asking angrily.