"It's none of your business whether I want to divorce or not, Aaron. I'm grateful for your concern, but that's it. I beg of you, leave me alone." I said.
I got up after saying those words and continued, "Thank you for the tea. It's getting late. I'll go back first." Then, I left the room without waiting for their response.
As soon as I walked out, I heard the sound of glass being smashed from inside faintly. I didn't stop and went straight down the stairs.
Monique was waiting for me in the main hall of the cafe. She ran to my side as soon as she saw me, and she asked worriedly, "Are you alright? Did he make things difficult for you?"
Holding her trembling hands, I shook my head, "No, he didn't. It's getting late. Let's go home."
She looked up towards the second floor, and Aaron was standing there, staring at us in silence with a cold face.
Her grip on my hands tightened out of fear. She nodded, "Alright, let's go home!"
She then dragged me out of the cafe without looking back.
It was already midnight when we got back home. We washed up and got on the bed together. I had been experiencing some inexplicable fears recently, and I couldn't sleep alone because of it. Fortunately, Monique offered to come to bed with me so that I could sleep in peace.
The next day.
Andoland was famous for its wonderful climate. It was only seven in the morning, and the sun rays had already shined through the curtains. It made the room look extra cozy.
I stared at the ceiling for a while, and the phone on the bedside table started vibrating. I reached out for it and looked at the incoming phone number. It was a little familiar.
For a moment there, I couldn't remember whose contact number it was, but I still answered the phone, "Hello."
"Where are you?" The tone was cold, but the voice sounded familiar. I was dumbfounded for a moment before realizing that it was Josiah who was on the phone. I asked, "Doctor Saunders?"
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