Thirty minutes had passed, but neither Spencer nor Fiona spoke on the way.

It was clear to her that he was angry. But she couldn't care less about him at that moment. All she could think about was the necklace she designed. How did it find its way to Ryan's neck?

"Fiona, did you design the necklace Ryan was wearing?" Spencer finally broke the silence once they got into the basement elevator.

"I... I don't know." A shiver ran down her spine.

"You don't know?" Spencer snorted. "Can't you recognize your own work? Or is it because you merely plagiarized an existing design that's already out in the market?"

"Why would I copy an existing design?" Fiona protested. But seeing the smile in Spencer's eyes, she couldn't help but grow frustrated. She clenched her fists and said firmly, "I don't know why the necklace is on his neck."

"Then why did you design a necklace for men? Did you do it for him? How long have you known each other?" Spencer looked at her as if he was interrogating the suspect to a crime.

The tension between them was broken by the sound of the elevator arriving at their floor.

Fiona rushed out as soon as the door opened.

"Hey, Fiona!" Spencer called out and ran to follow her. He grabbed her arm and demanded, "Answer me!"

"Why should I answer you?" Fiona blurted as she tried to break free from his grip. "Listen, Spencer. What I design is my own business, and it's none of yours who I give it to. Why should I tell you?"

"Because I'm your husband!"

"I'm sorry. I don't want to talk about this." Fiona's face darkened.

"Then what do you want to talk about? Or better yet, who?" Spencer took a step closer to Fiona. "Is it Ryan?"

"Don't involve other people in this!" Fiona shouted angrily. "I don't want anything to do with you. I have barely started attending university, and you've already ruined it for me! At this point, I know I can no longer resist you, but don't I even get the right to complain a little?"

"What's so interesting about that necklace, that earned him your rage? He's just a kid you know. We are his seniors."

Just then, Spencer was reminded of Eric's words. "Do you think I'm old?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

For a moment, Fiona was speechless. She didn't understand why Spencer was asking this all of a sudden. But in her rage, she blurted out, "Yes! I do think you're old! You're nine years older than me! You will be almost thirty when I turn twenty. By the time I'm thirty, you'll be an old man. When I turn seventy, you'll probably be dead! You..."

"When I die, I will drag you down with me!" Spencer coldly interrupted her.

Fiona's heart jolted as she looked at Spencer. She could tell that a storm of emotions was brewing in his eyes.

Spencer slammed the door with a loud bang, as if he didn't mind if it broke into pieces.

Fiona stood rooted in the same spot, looking dazed.

At Wen family residence, Ryan had just arrived from school.

He rushed back home knowing that his father and brother would be back for dinner.

His mother, Elise Zhou, was waiting at home when he arrived. She was a weak woman whose plain character didn't change despite being the family hostess for more than ten years. Seeing Ryan walk into the living room, she remarked, "Oh, you're early today!"

"Yes." Ryan nodde

he rest of our lives."

"What if Celine comes back? Have you ever thought about that?" Terence asked. There was a hint of anger in his tone that didn't escape Spencer's notice.

'Celine?' Spencer laughed but there was sadness in his voice when he answered, "Whether she comes back or not, we can no longer be together, right?"

"But..."

Terence wanted to say something, but Spencer interrupted him, "That's enough. Let me know if you find out more about the person investigating me. I'm going home."

"Do you want me to call you a cab? You're drunk."

"No, thanks." Spencer dismissed his worries with a wave as he stood up.

"Okay. Be careful."

"I will."

Terence watched as Spencer left the bar, after which he poured himself another glass of whiskey and drank alone. He took out his phone and read a message he received yesterday.

"Hi, Terence! I don't know if things are still the same in M City, but I can't ask him. I can only ask you. I'm coming back."

'She really is coming back,' Terence thought as he reached for another drink.

Meanwhile, it was a quiet night in Four Seasons Scenery.

Fiona was sleeping soundly in the main bedroom that she didn't hear the door when it opened. She only stirred when she felt someone lay beside her.

"Hmm?" Fiona slowly opened her eyes and saw the figure of a man beside her, illuminated only by the moonlight. Frightened, she screamed as she pushed the figure away. "Ah! Who are you? Go away! Help! Mnnph..."

The man quickly covered her mouth. Fiona detected the scent of alcohol from his breath when he said, "What's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me?"

"Spencer!" She gasped as she tried to kick him.

But Spencer didn't care about Fiona's resistance. He pulled himself on top of her and kissed her passionately on the lips.

"It hurts!" Fiona cried out in pain as Spencer's lips pressed forcefully against hers.

Ignoring her pleas, Spencer pinned her down on the bed with his weight. Fiona could only grit her teeth as she tried not to make a sound.

"Celine... Celine..."

He whispered into her ears with his eyes closed.

Fiona trembled for a moment, but hearing Spencer's vague words, her curiosity was piqued.