A week later, Lena was walking home in the rain after another terrible day.
Suddenly, a black luxury car stopped beside her.
The window rolled down, revealing a tall man with sharp eyes and a calm voice.
"Get in," he said.
Lena frowned. "I don't even know you."
"I'm offering you a ride, not asking you to marry me."
Reluctantly, she got into the car.
"My name is Adrian Blackwood," he said.
Lena nearly choked.
Everyone in the city knew that name. Adrian Blackwood was one of the richest billionaires in the country.
"Why are you helping me?" she asked.
He looked at her quietly before answering.
"Because you look like someone who has been hurt too many times."
For the first time in months, someone actually noticed her pain.