He suddenly realized that every single piece of clothing in the walk-in closet was his, and not a single one belonged to her. Other than the closet, it seemed like there were no traces of her belongings anywhere in the house.
Andre's gaze fell upon a few rolling suitcases tucked away in the corner. Could all her stuff be in there?
"Mia, where do you keep your clothes?"
Mia pointed at the suitcases, "In there, I haven't been using your closet or drawers."
"Why not?"
She casually lied, "I didn't want to."
After saying this, Mia took a hair tie and casually tied her long hair back.
She suddenly looked more refreshed. She asked, "Are you done with your morning routine? If so, it's my turn."
Andre gave her some space and Mia began her routine.
Andre was in the doorway, looking through the mirror of the sink at the girl who was freshening up.
He was confused. What kind of girl was she? She seemed to have two sides to her, one being arrogant and the other being understanding.
If anyone messed with her, she would clap back in an instant. She showed no fear. Yet, she refused to sleep in his bed and always chose the couch instead. This distance made him feel a certain fondness for her.
She would rather starve than eat the sandwich he made for her. But ever since she married into the Cedillo family, she never invaded his personal space.
Andre crossed his arms and watched the girl with a face full of foamy cleanser. He was puzzled but didn't probe further.
Curiosity was the start of emotions. Once he started to get curious about her, he would subconsciously observe her and slowly understand her. When it came to understanding someone, you would actively try to get to know them and things can become dangerous...
Mia felt like every meal in the Cedillo family was a form of torture.
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