The towering building seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky, and Lilith nearly strained her neck looking up.

She had never been to CloudSync Holdings before.

She knew the Johnson Family couldn’t compete with the Foster Family.

Yet, standing in front of the skyscraper and watching the countless employees come and go, she realized that it wasn’t just a matter of competition—it was incomparable.

Even at the peak of its power, the Johnson Family was still no match for the Foster Family.

The office was filled with many female employees, and even the receptionist was dressed in professional attire and wearing exquisite makeup.

In such an environment, it was no wonder Hendrix looked down on Lilith as a housewife, even though she had become one for him.

Lilith gently pressed her lips together, an indescribable sense of shame weighing heavily on her chest.

She found a corner to call Tyler.

“Ma’am.”

“Tyler, I’m downstairs. Can you...” Lilith didn’t plan to go inside; she just wanted Tyler to take it to Hendrix.

But before she could finish, Tyler interrupted, “I’m in a meeting. I’ll arrange someone to meet you right away.”

Lilith opened her mouth, “No, I...”

The call was abruptly ended, leaving her stunned.

In less than two minutes, Tyler's assistant appeared, respectfully inviting her upstairs.

“Just hand this to Hendrix,” Lilith said as she handed over the documents and soup container.

“Miss, we’re not authorized to handle documents intended for Mr. Hendrix. Please deliver them personally.”

Tyler’s assistant smiled apologetically, leading Lilith further into the company.

Reluctantly, she followed.

—

President's Office.

Having just finished a meeting, Hendrix looked irritated, his brows furrowed tightly as he tugged at his tie.

“Mr. Hendrix, Mrs. Foster is here,” Tyler said as he entered, placing a document on the desk.

Hendrix paused for a moment, his tense brow relaxing slightly, a hint of mockery in his deep-set eyes.

She had been so proud last night, and now she was here at his doorstep, seeking him out?

He had no intention of rejecting her, resting his fingertips on his chin as he contemplated.

“Should we postpone the meeting in ten minutes?” Tyler asked.

Hendrix considered for a moment and replied, “Delay it by half an hour.”

After all, since Lilith was here to admit her mistake, he couldn’t forgive her too easily.

He needed to dampen her spirit a bit, to prevent her from making the same mistake again; ten minutes wouldn’t be enough for that.

“Got it.” Tyler immediately took out his phone to inform the various departments about the delay.

Lilith had come up in the regular elevator with Tyler’s assistant.

With people coming and going on each floor, it took some time to reach the top.

“Is Hendrix in the office?” she asked.

“Mr. Hendrix has been especially busy lately, with back-to-back meetings. Assistant Smith mentioned he’s been living at the office, even holding international meetings at night. He’s been so busy and tired...”

Tyler’s assistant veered off-topic and didn’t directly answer Lilith’s question.

But Lilith was drawn into his words, her brow furrowing deeper with each passing moment.

Hendrix had a sensitive stomach, likely due to irregular meals caused by work.

“We’ve arrived,” Tyler’s assistant stopped. “You can go in by yourself. I need to attend to other matters!”

By the time Lilith regained her focus, he was already far away.

She looked at the two black solid wood doors in front of her, a sense of solemnity hit her like a wave.

Lilith’s mind conjured up the image of Hendrix in a tailored suit, striding through that door with an air of authority.

After putting down her things, she intended to leave. No matter how harsh Hendrix's words were, she would pretend she hadn’t heard them.

With that thought in mind, she pushed the door open and walked in.

The interior was decorated in a uniform shade of dark gray, much like Hendrix himself—detached and aristocratic, exuding understated luxury.

A whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the office with the morning sun.

The air was filled with the faint scent of Hendrix, lingering at the edges of Lilith's senses, stirring up some untimely memories in her mind.

When they were intimate, his broad, warm hands would wrap around her slim waist. Wherever she looked, all she could see was his sun-kissed, defined chest.

It was only in those moments of closeness that she could truly feel his presence and catch a whiff of his scent.

The office was empty; not a single soul was in sight—Hendrix was not there.

In an instant, it felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, an indescribable emptiness washing over her.

Was Hendrix busy, or did he deliberately choose not to see her?

Though she hadn’t planned to meet him, the crushing disappointment of truly not seeing him was nearly overwhelming.

Standing in the center of the office for a long while, she took a deep breath to compose herself and walked toward his desk.

Placing the thermos and documents on the table, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to a suit jacket hanging over the edge of the desk.

The jacket was somewhat wrinkled, carrying a faint scent of smoke. He had a cleanliness obsession; even when busy, he would have Tyler bring him fresh clothes from home.

She would iron all the clothes he changed out of, preparing them for his next need.

Lilith hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should take the jacket back to wash it, but her hand had already picked it up.

When she finally realized what she was doing, she had draped the jacket over her arm, seemingly resolved to take it with her.

Annoyed with her own subconscious actions, she was about to return the jacket when—

The office door suddenly swung open, and she turned her gaze toward the sound.

Xenia entered wearing a black shirt with the top two buttons undone, her fair skin and ample curves catching the eye.

Her short skirt, just above the knee, hugged her long, straight legs wrapped in black stockings—sexy and alluring.

With an air of a competent female executive, it was hard not to capture any man’s heart.

“Who let you in?” Xenia approached with a look of unfamiliarity, snatching the jacket from Lilith's hands.

Glancing at the thermos and documents on the desk, she asked, “Are you a maid from the Foster Family?”

Lilith was quite tall, and Xenia had to wear heels of five or six centimeters just to match her height.

With nothing in her hands, she felt her expression darken as she glanced at the jacket that had been taken away.

Hearing Xenia's words, she could no longer hold her composure. “I’m not.”

Xenia wore a dismissive look. “I don’t care who you are; you’re not allowed to come directly to Hendrix’s office or touch his things.”

With that, she turned and walked into the break room.

The door to the break room was ajar, revealing a messy double bed directly facing the entrance. A white shirt, black trousers, and a deep blue pair of boxers were strewn carelessly at the foot of the bed.

Xenia picked them up one by one, tossing them into the bathroom before rearranging the messy bedding.

Under the covers, a black stocking and a leopard-print bra suddenly caught Lilith’s eye.

Her breath hitched, and the color drained from her face.

How could Hendrix be busy? Wasn’t he just enjoying himself with Xenia in the break room?

“What are you still doing here?” Xenia tossed the stocking and bra into the bathroom and came back out.

Seeing that Lilith hadn’t left yet, her expression turned unfriendly.

Lilith pointed at the documents. “I need to hand this directly to Hendrix.”

“Just give it to me.” Xenia’s gaze turned slightly hostile.

This version of Xenia was nothing like the gentle, shy demeanor she had shown in front of Hendrix outside the restaurant.

Here in Hendrix’s office, she was taking on the role of the lady of the house, making Lilith, the Mrs. Foster, feel increasingly suffocated.

Lilith stepped closer to Xenia.