Chapter Thirty Seven
WALLACE “Wallace? Can we talk?” We are having dinner when Paige broke the silence. A fine Italian dinner is served, candlelights and the light of the chandelier in the dining room is mixing together. Too bright. We usually talk a lot when we are dining together because we have plenty of topic to talk about. But, after the death of her mother, things became different. Losing your loved one really changes everything. “Yes?” I said gently. I’m always like this to her. Ever since we met, I’m always gentle to her. She cleared her throat before looking into my eyes, coldly. “I wanna go back to work tomorrow.” “No.” Her work is stressful. She’s looking in the computer all day. Too much radiation is bad for her. “You should rest all the time. You’re pregnant.” All of my staff heard
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