"I’ve been a bit rude in what I said just now, I’m very sorry. Giving this to you doesn’t carry any meaning. Only after you’ve used the product yourself, you will truly experience whether it is as perfect as you claim. And you are indeed very beautiful, this rose really suits you."

Nora Thompson handed it to her after speaking, a straightforward gaze in her eyes, nodded slightly, said goodbye to her, and left.

Such an attitude is like a spring breeze brushing one’s face, making one feel incredibly comfortable.

The counter clerk watched her leave, her manners were remarkably impeccable.

After buying a few necessary small items, going home seemed a bit early, so Nora Thompson was killing time in a coffee shop.

The coffee at home certainly wouldn’t be worse than here, but she still loved the quietness of the afternoon coffee shop, and the aroma of coffee wafting throughout the room.

She lifted her eyes and saw a stunningly beautiful woman, with a slight sorrow in the corners of her eyes and brows.

She is Avery Jane, no doubt about it, she would never mistake someone else for her.

"Avery Jane?"

Nora Thompson called out softly, Avery Jane looked at Nora Thompson incredulously.

She took a few steps and stood in front of Nora Thompson, speaking in surprise, "Nora Thompson, is it you, is it really you?"

They hadn’t seen each other for years, after graduating from school and parting ways, she heard Avery went abroad.

The two women were like finding long-lost friends, sharing their lives apart over the years...

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The housekeeper had finished cleaning and returned home. To facilitate going to work, after Alexander King married, he hadn’t gone back to live at the King Family old house, but bought two units on the top floor of a high-end apartment in the city center, connected them together, and it had become very spacious, and he would often tidy it himself.

The King Family’s maid would also come once every two days, during which Nora Thompson would mostly go out, returning after noon.

Sometimes, like today, she would wander idly, sometimes go to her father’s company to have lunch with him, but today she met Avery Jane and they had quite an engaging conversation, though she couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of such a beautiful person having encountered something so terrifying right after her wedding.

With a sigh in her heart, she took the soap from the bag, unwrapped it, and walked into Alexander King’s room.

In his en suite bathroom, the soap in the silver-gray tray indeed was nearly finished.

In the laundry basket were his changed shirts and suits, the girl from the professional dry-cleaning service hadn’t come to collect them yet. She casually picked up the shirt, folded it, and placed it on the washstand, then picked up the suit; he looked great in suits, with broad shoulders and a tall frame.

Thinking of it made her cheeks flush lightly, the craziest thing she had done in her life was saying ’yes’ to his marriage proposal.

But she had loved him for so many years, he existed in her dreams like a fantasy, so when he proposed to her, she secretly pinched her leg, and it hurt, proving everything was real.

She gently inhaled the scent on the suit, faintly reminiscent of his gentle smile.

But suddenly, her eyes became fixed; on the black suit’s button, there was a strand of hair entwined.

Her fair fingers carefully picked it up, it was long, but not black, nor straight.

This wasn’t her hair.

Moreover, her hair wouldn’t be entangled in his buttons, because he had said to give her time to adjust to him, thus the intimate acts between them were limited to a gentle kiss.

This long curl was like a stone thrown into the calm lake of her heart, rippling out wave after wave, never to be quenched again.

She gently murmured in Sanskrit, wishing her heart could be free from concerns, and suddenly tears brimmed her eyes.

How could she not see, hear, speak, how could her heart be free from concerns, for he was the demon of her heart.

Sitting quietly in the room until nightfall.

At seven, the sound of the door opening, and she quietly slipped under the covers, to meet was like not meeting at all.

Alexander King looked at the empty living room, she wasn’t sitting on the sofa reading, and the air lacked the aroma of tea.

The dining table didn’t have her light and delicious dinner. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Normally, without special instructions, he would come home, and she would have dinner ready for him, but today felt a little different.

He opened her bedroom door, the room was pitch dark, but the light from the living room still allowed him to see her small silhouette curled up under the covers, asleep.

Alexander King chuckled, casually closed the door, Nora Thompson truly was unique, even if she lived on a mountain for a while, she probably wouldn’t feel bored, what modern person falls asleep at seven-plus?