Right after Anna Green's abortion surgery, she received a voice message. "Bring two boxes to Room 999 at Moon Club. Mr. Hunt is in a hurry." The moment she opened it, everyone nearby heard the message clearly. All of them stared at her, some awkwardly, some secretly gloating. Without the slightest hesitation, Anna dragged her aching body and headed straight. Whispers broke out behind her. "That's the future Mrs. Hunt? What a doormat. She just lost her baby and still has to run errands for her fiancé and his mistress." "What else can she do? She's clung to him for three years, begged her way into an engagement. This is just karma." "I heard Mr. Hunt lit sky lanterns for Miss Brown again yesterday. You can really tell who he loves and who he doesn't." Mocking laughter lingered around her ears. Anna tuned it all out. There was only one thought in her mind—Luka Hunt must not get agitated, or the transplanted heart inside him would suffer. When she reached the club's private room, Luka had just finished being with Lucy Brown. He glanced at her indifferently. Anna set the items on the floor. "I brought what you asked. Carry on." Luka stopped her, his handsome face holding faint amusement and disdain. "What did you even buy? You've run errands so many times, yet you still can't remember Lucy likes strawberry flavor?" Bearing this blatant humiliation, Anna tightened her fists, then relaxed them, and obeyed quietly. "I'll go buy it again." Luka studied her pale face for a moment. "You look so pale. Are you sick?" Before Anna could explain she'd just had a miscarriage, he let out a mocking laugh. "Never mind. Wait outside the door. I might need you again later." Anna swayed slightly, then walked silently outside. The noises from inside the room grew louder, clearly meant for her to hear. A waiter who'd witnessed everything took pity on her and pulled over a chair. "Miss, what are you even doing this for? Do you really care about him that much?" Anna fell silent. What she cared about was only the heart beating inside Luka's chest. Three years ago, her fiancé had died saving her. Before he passed away, he held her hand tightly, eyes full of reluctance. "I signed the organ donation form—my heart will be donated for transplant. As long as my heart keeps beating, someone in this world will love you in my place. Promise me you'll live well." Following his words, Anna found Luka—the man who'd received his heart—and became his assistant. She thought fate had been kind to her. Just as her fiancé had said, Luka fell for her at first sight and confessed to her grandly. For the next three years, he doted on her endlessly. Everyone marveled that the once-playboy young master had completely changed. Until one day, she fell into a feverish coma and unconsciously murmured her late fiancé's name in her sleep. Luka stayed by her side all night to look after her, yet disappeared the entire next day. Soon after, paparazzi caught him on a date with his first love Lucy at a bar. Luka explained voluntarily, "She just came back from abroad and has no one to rely on. I'm just helping her out." But all Anna could ask anxiously was, "Did you stay up late? Is your heart alright?" "Heart?" Luka's eyes were filled with pain. "I met my first love, and you only care about my heart? Or are you just treating me as a substitute for someone else?" Anna was left speechless. That was their first quarrel, and Luka slammed the door and left. She sat in the room all night, waiting for news. The moment her phone lit up again, tears poured out of her eyes. She suddenly realized that over these three years, she seemed to have really fallen in love with Luka. [Bring me some hangover medicine] Anna opened the message sent by Luka and seriously replied with: [Okay.] She wanted to go find Luka to explain clearly, but outside the private room, she heard Luka joking with his friend. "Luka, now that Lucy is back and you two are reconciling, aren't you afraid that your fiancée will get angry and leave?" Luka saw Anna through the c***k of the door and smiled maliciously. "Don't worry, she can't bear to leave me. Just because I had a heart transplant and can't be stimulated, even if I have an affair, she won't dare to say anything." Anna felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head. Luka's casual words were like an invisible slap, striking her hard in the face. When she tremblingly questioned him, he curled his lips. "Are you jealous? As long as you give in, the position of Mrs. Hunt will still be yours. As for Lucy, she is helpless, and I must take care of her." Anna closed her eyes. That little flame of love was easily extinguished by him. Since then, when Luka took Lucy shopping and bought expensive jewelry at sky-high prices, she turned a blind eye and only sent someone to deliver medicine to protect his heart. When they checked into a hotel, she obediently delivered condoms and was always ready to call the ambulance. She still didn't want to give up the heart of the man who loved her. Until this time, she found out she was three months pregnant. Lucy hired people to beat her until she had a miscarriage, and right after the curettage surgery, she was called by Luka to deliver condoms again. She suddenly remembered that year, when she had just scraped her skin, the man who loved her had red eyes with worry. "Anna, be good and live well. If one day you fall in love with someone else and that person makes you sad, you should leave him. My Anna deserves the best man in the world to love her. Never be trapped, even if that person is me." Those were his last words before he died. Tears poured out of Anna's eyes. Listening to the continuous ambiguous sounds in the private room, her heart also died completely at this moment. "Luka, you are not him. Since you have fallen in love with someone else, I will fulfill you."