Chapter 217
After going upstairs. Moira stood at the door, clutching her key, hesitating to open it. She didn’t know what she was doing. She had clearly said that she was going to get a divorce, but she was still here
But the image of Conrad sitting in the car lingered in her mind. Somehow, she fell like she had never seen him like that before
Finally, she gathered her courage, inserted the key into the lock, and opened the door
The lights were on inside. Moira changed into her slippers and walked into the living room where she saw Conrad sitting on the sofa Conrad was staring at her, a lit cigarette between his fingers. The rising smoke blurred his handsome face, making it look unusully cold
Their eyes met, and he swallowed, asking hoarsely. “Why did you come back?”
Moira frowned. They hadn’t divorced yet, so she had every right to come back.
She pursed her lips and said calmly. “I came back to get something”
With that, she walked past him and went straight to her room, closing the door behind her
Moira heaved a sigh of relief when she was isolated from the outside world. However, frustration quickly followed. The last time she went to Zea’s place, she had already moved all her belongings, and there was nothing left to take.
She couldn’t understand why she came back.
Moira searched the room thoroughly and found a paper bag in the corner of the wardrobe. The bag looked familiar. When she opened it, she found the underwear that Zea had given her
She had already worn one plece, and there were two more in the bag, with the tags still attached
These underwear were quite expensive.
Finally finding something to take with her. Moira took a deep breath, grasped the doorknob, and opened the door. She walked out, trying to act
casual.
Conrad’s dark eyes followed her until she reached the entrance. Suddenly, he spoke. “Could you make me a cup of honey lemon tea?”
Moira stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him.
Conrad sat with his legs spread out, looking relaxed, but Moira had a feeling
celing that his mood
mood wasn’t good
After all, his adoptive mother was still in the ICU, unconscious. Even though he appeared emotionless on inside
the surface, he was likely very worried
Thinking about her own experience when her mother was hospitalized. Moira could understand his feelings.
She nodded and said, “Okay.” Then she placed the bag she was holding on the single sofa and went into the kitchen
There was no hot water left, so Moira used an electric kettle to boil s some water and stayed in the kitchen while waiting for it to boil
Five minutes later, the water boiled. She mixed the hot water with honey and lemon and then added some cold water to get the right temperature before carrying it out.
Conrad had a cigarette in his mouth and was looking at a piece of fabric in his hand. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw Moira. He took the cigarette from his lips and gave a mischievous smile. “Did you come back just to get this?”
He held up the triangular piece of fabric with two fingers for her to see.
Moira stopped in her tracks, eyes wide. The bag that should have been on the single sofa was now in front of him, and the item was in his hand.
the realized what it
it was, her face thuashed with embarrassment. “Why are e you messing with my things?
Whe
She was both embarrassed and annoyed. She placed the honey lemon tea on the coffee table and immediately snatched the lingerie from Conrad’s
Conrad pressed out the cigarette in his hand, his gaze dangerously fixed on her flushed face. “Moira, you’re coming back late at night to get something like this. What exactly are you planning to do?“
