Beautiful things tend to capture one’s gaze for a long time. Dia found herself unconsciously staring at Deborah’s smiling face for a while, then suddenly snapped out of it and quickly averted her gaze.
“Uh, sorry. I unconsciously stared at you for too long. Did that bother you?”
“Oh my. No, I’m fine.”
Indeed, she was. Dia was curious about why she was being stared at, but that was it. She felt no discomfort. After all, it was Dia’s gaze.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”
Deborah smiled broadly, contemplating whether to add a wish for a good night. Perhaps she might sing before going to sleep. Of course, Dia had never initiated contact with Deborah so far, but who knew what might happen during this long night.
With such thoughts, instead of a casual farewell like “See you tomorrow,” Deborah just smiled.
Leaving the room, Deborah went straight back to her own room, looking out the window.
“It seemed noisy earlier, but perhaps Mr. Baker hasn’t returned after all.”
For the first time, Deborah asked Shelly for a favor. She told her to inform her promptly when Zen arrived. If the reason for the commotion was Zen’s return, then Shelly, who was dedicated to her job, would undoubtedly have come to inform Deborah.
“Lucky.”
Still looking out the window, Deborah remembered Dia’s arrival and the conversation that followed.
“When can I meet Mr. Baker?”
Dia asked as if resigned, as if she had learned that avoiding a scolding was inevitable. Deborah read her concern but could only answer that Zen would return in two or three days.
Dia nodded understandingly, thanked Deborah, but waiting for Zen was tough. She couldn’t eat properly, and sleep was elusive.
Today, she spent the entire day lingering by the window, and even though she was worried, at least she showed interest in the book.
“At least I hope tonight passes peacefully.”
Deborah stared at the garden scenery, then suddenly opened her eyes.
“That light, it’s a car?”
If she waited to confirm who was getting out of the car, it might be too late. Before the car came to a complete stop, Deborah ran. She refrained from running in the corridor to avoid startling Dia, but when she descended the stairs, she no longer held back.
“Why did he come back so early?”
Without stopping, Deborah made it down to the first-floor staircase before Zen arrived.
“Uh, uh…”
Cedric, who had been watching outside like Deborah, was already waiting at the main entrance and spoke with a surprised expression.
“Miss Deborah! What happened?”
“Now, you, you’ve arrived, uh, right?”
Deborah, who ran up to Cedric, grasped her chest and asked with labored breath, “Mr. Cedric, have you arrived?”
Cedric gestured as if to calm her and said, “First, take a deep breath slowly.”
Following Cedric’s advice, Deborah gently regulated her breath, and due to untimely sweat, she wiped away the hair sticking to her forehead and said, “Mr. Baker, you’ve just arrived, right?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“I was looking out the window.”
“I see.”
Nodding, Cedric approached Deborah a bit more, and in a subdued voice, he asked, “But why did you rush over? Is there something urgent?”
“Oh, well…”
At that moment, Zen entered the foyer. Despite the chandelier illuminating the space, the interior still seemed dim, and he frowned upon seeing the two standing closely together.
“What’s going on here?”
“Have you arrived, sir?”
Cedric bowed, and even Deborah, standing beside him, greeted him with a bow.
“Yes, have you arrived?”
“…What were you doing?”
Approaching Deborah, who had involuntarily come closer to him, Zen asked with a frown, “Why did you rush over like this? Is there something urgent?”
“Oh, well…”
At that moment, Zen entered the foyer. Despite the chandelier brightening the space, the interior still seemed dim, and he frowned upon seeing the two standing closely together.
“What’s going on there?”
“Have you arrived, sir?”
Cedric bowed, and even Deborah, standing beside him, greeted him with a bow.
“Yes, have you arrived?”
“…What were you doing?”
Approaching Deborah, who had involuntarily come closer to him, Zen asked with a frown, “Why did you rush over like this? Is there something urgent?”
“Oh, well…”
At that moment, Zen entered the foyer. Despite the chandelier brightening the space, the interior still seemed dim, and he frowned upon seeing the two standing closely together.
“What’s going on there?”
“Have you arrived, sir?”
Cedric bowed, and even Deborah, standing
“So, what do you have to say about that woman?”
Deborah was not intimidated by the annoyed tone. No, she felt relieved that he didn’t seem as angry as she expected.
‘I was afraid he wouldn’t even listen and would go straight to find Dia and shoot her.’
Deborah, with both hands clasped tightly in front, opened her lips.
“Do you remember what you promised before?”
“…….”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
