As Loraine surveyed the apartment, she couldn’t help but sigh internally.


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    During their three-year marriage, she had remained within the confines of the Bryant family residence,


    busying herself with household chores, never truly drawing close to Marco.


    Now, post-divorce, she had crossed into Marco’s personal domain.


    A myriad of emotions bubbled up within her, leading to yet another heartfelt sigh.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    Marco had been leading the way, opening doors, ncing back at Loraine intermittently, a nervous yet


    expectant look on his face.


    Upon entering the foyer, Loraine paused at the sight of the shoe cab.


    Among the footwear was a pair of Light pink women’s slippers. Had Marco entertained a woman in his


    apartment before?


    A sinking feeling took hold of Loraine. She pursed her lips, halting at the doorstep.


    In the midst of her difort and confusion, Marco softly called out her name. He reached into the


    shoe cab, retrieved the slippers, and knelt before her.


    As he looked up at her, his handsome features were beautifully sculpted, his gaze serene and earnest.


    “Loraine, I’ve always wanted to invite you over, but I never found the right words. These… these were


    prepared especially for you.”


    Furthermore, he had taken the time to arrange everything Loraine might need within the apartment.


    He had been eagerly anticipating the day Loraine would step into his world and they could lead a


    normal couple’s life together.


    This stark apartment, in his dreams of cohabitation with Loraine, had slowly been transformed into a


    home.


    Taken aback by his candidness, Loraine found herself at a crossroads.


    She began, “You…”


    Before she could formte a coherent response, Marco had already crouched down, proceeding to


    change her footwear.


    She had never envisioned a scene like this.


    Somehow, Loraine found herself epting his actions.


    Marco delicately handled her ankle, helping her out of her high-heeled shoes and into the soft slippers.


    Loraine’s willingness to apany him inside and acquiesce to such intimate behavior left Marco


    feeling ted, sensing that he was drawing closer to her.


    However, the next instant, Loraine snapped back to reality, retracting her foot awkwardly and clearing


    her throat.


    “Well… Where’s your first-aid kit? Let me apply some ointment to your wound,”