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around my waist and took half a step back. The

fool them," Cyril explained, but his fingertips

ll right, part of the contract. But your mother said she wanted you to

n't. I've indeed accumulated a lot of annua

y heart, but on the surface I remained calm. "Oka

mpletely broken, and true cohabitation officiall

while Cyril sat on the living room sofa with his laptop, handling thou

ly the rustle of turning parchment

between us was c

finitely patient, like an idol that had guarded a temple for centuries. Whenever my gaze rested on him for more t

wasn't casual; it was deep, ancient, and endlessly patient, like a

ned gloomy, a torrential rain began,

nd got up to pour myse

up. "I ordered dinner delivery; it'll be here soon. Also, I've notic

planned to go to New York to attend a small antique salo

ural. "I'll book your flight and hotel. As a husband on leave, acc

ce in his eyes, and thinking that going to New York alone

private chef: as before, the dishes Joseli

tside grew heavier and he

st bedroom. Just as I was about to

abin plunged into p

aring to move. "Cyril?" I called, my hands gripping

s voice sounded in the darkness, unu

t and pulled me into a solid embrace. He made no sound as he move

I exclaimed, bump

ght as day; he could clearly see my lips slightly parted in fright. Cyril forcibly suppressed the urge to lower his head

steady footsteps, as if the dar

room, and the faint candlelight danced

for a long time across the candlelight, from amusing an

ight. For the first time, I felt that this absur

Swee

a and fall into a deep sleep, I g

elease without reservation the obses