It was late when Starry walked into his house. The day had been long, filled with meetings, phone calls, and endless discussions. He had barely eaten, barely taken a moment for himself. But now, as he stepped into the quiet of his home, he was once again wrapped up in the silence that had suddenly become the new status of his home.
Like all those years when he'd been living alone in the mansion, he was not going to be eating dinner with anyone. And he would not have to steal glances at her smooth face from the rim of his cup. He didn't mind when she was being stubborn. He didn't mind when she sat there and simply complained about a latest order he had given. He didn't even mind when she sat there and asked him silly questions that she had no business asking.
He just didn't want her to n
