That was the first time Lawrence ever flared his temper at Kelly. In the midst of her anger and frustration, a sense of fear crept into her.
Despite her vanity, her love for Lawrence was true. Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to marry him when he proposed to her in their younger days. After all, he was just a lowly clerk back then.
As she flung her pillow angrily to the floor, she hugged her blanket with tears gushing down her cheeks, yearning for the door to open, she grew increasingly worried when there was no movement at all.
In the midst of wiping away her tears, she got out of bed and headed to the study where she hesitate briefly before entering.
Lawrence didn't bother turning on the light even though he heard a sound.
“What are you doing here?"
Even though she didn't say a word, he was aware that it was Kelly.
As Lawrence's snarky tone triggered more tears from Kelly, she continued to quietly watch him lying on the
couch.
Underneath the dim moonlight, Kelly's pitiful look melted Lawrence's heart, for, at the end of the day, she was still the woman he loved.
Getting up to approach her, he bent down to carry her upon noticing that she had come in barefooted.
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