Alan didn't say anything as he stared at Ike.
Ike glared at him. "Why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong?"
"Ike, didn't you enjoy the cookies that Dr. Ophelia made? You shouldn't be so rude to someone who offered you hospitality.
"I feel like Mr. Maxwell is happier than before. There's nothing bad about that."
"You're a fool. Don't you know that a forced relationship never ends well?
"Besides, if Mr. Maxwell falls hopelessly in love, his enemies will tear him to pieces. A man like him can't have any weaknesses."
"Even if it isn't Dr. Ophelia, he might fall for some other woman. You can't just expect Mr. Maxwell to be single forever."
Wayne led Olivia to a dilapidated old building with ease. The house would be easily flattened by a typhoon if it was built near the ocean.
There were no elevators in the building, and there were countless ads posted by the stairwell. There were all sorts of odors in the building.
Wayne stopped before a wooden door. He took out a key from under a potted plant to open the door.
Olivia thought he would bring her to where he used to live. She hadn't expected to see such a homely place when the door was opened.
The place was quite small.
There were neither floor tiles nor wooden floorboards on the ground, just bare concrete floors.
The couch was covered with a hand-knitted towel.
There were some cats in the house. They weren't any famous breeds, but all of them looked well-fed.
The gardenia flowers on the windowsill exuded a faint fragrance, and there was also a pot of sunflowers blooming in the direction of the sun.
The house was very tidy. Even the ancient television was covered with a clean towel.
It was clear that the owner of the house had very deft hands.
Although the world was in shambles, there were always people who were willing to patch it back up.
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