Chapter 140
As the sound of run
running water from the bathroom filled the room, Moira felt the warmth within her gradually fade.
He really didn’t try anything
She had expected that, given his intense energy earlier, there would be no way he w
But instead, he was considerate of her and refrained from pushing things further.
would let the night go without any action.
That made Moira feel a little more favorably toward him.
While Virgil was in the bathroom. Moim
quickly got dressed and returned to her room.
It was already late, so after applying some medicine, she fell into bed and quickly drifted off to sleep, exhausted. She slept deeply until 10 am. the next day, the sunlight already streaming through the window,
After checking the time on her phone, she rushed to the bathroom to wash up. She didn’t even bother with makeup, grabbed her purse, arid rushed
out the door.
As she opened the door, she was about to dash toward the hallway when she froze. There, sitting on the couch, smoking and on the phone, was Virgil.
Hearing her, he looked up briefly, his voice calm as he said, ‘I’m busy. Don’t call unless it’s important.”
He then ended the call, stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and stood up, saying, “I made some oatmeal. Let’s eat together.”
Moira asked, “Aren’t you going to work today?”
“It’s Saturday. I’m off” Virgil replied. He stopped at the kitchen door, turned back to look at her, and asked, “Do you have to work today?”
Moira immediately shook her head, checking the time again on her phone. I got the time wrong. I’m off today too.
Virgil gave a low “Mm” and went into the kitchen bringing out the oatmeal and some bread.
When Moira saw the bread, she smiled happily and asked, “Did Page muke this?”
She ses her purse on the couch and grabbed two sets of knives and forks, noticing two plates on the glass table–each filled with a steak, a fried egg, and
some grilled sausages. She took both plates out to the table.
When she was alone, Moira usually kept her breakfasts simple–just a bowl of pasta or a couple of boiled inges
But Virgil had a special attention to food. Whenever he made breakfast, it was always hearty and elaborate.
She had tasted his cooking before, and it lingered in her mind.
After sitting down, she didn’t hold back and ate with gusto. The bread still had the same delicious taste as the last time. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, then looked up at Virgil, smiling commentedly.
She asked, “When did you go to see Page?”
But just last night, she had checked the fridge and found it empty,
“I went this morning” Virgil replied, his dark eyes quietly meeting hers. After a moment, he added, “My mom said you’d visited her before and took a lot of things. She knows you like the bread she makes, so she asked me to bring you some”
Moira was about to take a bite of the bread when she paused, her knife and fork frozen in mid–air She met Virgil’s gaze and, for some reason, felt a sudden sense of guilt. She lowered her eyes and dipped the bread in some blueberry jam, saying, “Page is thoughtful
“I didn’t bring much, Virgil replied. Just some fruit and milk.”
Her voice grew softer, losing some of its earlier confidence.
“Did you look at my photos?” he asked.
Moira tightened her grip on her knife and fork, then looked up, a smile curving her lips. “You’re my husband. I just wanted to know more about your past. Of course, if you want to see pictures of me when I was a kid, I can bring those over for you to look at.”
Virgil paused for a moment, then said casually, “Sure, bring them over.
He didn’t say anything else and turned his attention back to his breakfast.
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Moira felt a wave of relief, her hand will gripping the knife and fork, now slick with a thin layer of sweat She was couldn’t possibly know what she had been thinking earlier.
Virgil was Conrad. It was such an absurd thought–only she and Zea could have ever imagined something so ridiculous
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