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"Is it good?" Lagos asks. I lift my gaze from my plate and nod before continuing to eat.
We’ve barely spoken since we left the mansion this morning. Before coming to have lunch at the mall, we visited several museums, a park, and also the botanical garden. It’s clear to me that my dear husband is not a man of many words. However, what he is good at is observing—especially me. I’m sure I haven’t managed to shake off his suspicions about me entering his boss’s office. He’s just watching me like a hawk, waiting for me to slip up. I won’t. Last night, I acted recklessly, and that’s not something I’ll repeat. Patience is a great virtue, and I’ve mastered it. Everything happens eventually—I know that better than anyone. I spent thirteen years in hell and managed to escape. Waiting a few w
