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, can I go now?” Dorian glanced at the top right corner of the computer; it was after seven. He nodded slightly, “Yes.” “Thank you, boss.” After hurriedly saying thank you, Yael lightly picked up his things and ran out. As the office door closed, Dorian finally

s that he had once found fascinating now seemed insipid to him. He pushed the keyboard away, stood up, ripped his suit jacket off the coat rack, bent down to grab his car keys from his desk, and left the office. All his excitement slowly stabilized after he got into the car. He let out a sigh and started the engine, slowly beginning to drive. Outside the car window, the bustle of the city shon

his gaze passed cal

l the same as always, calm and serene. Amelia looked at him surprised and nodded. “Yes, I'm going to buy some things.” Dorian nodded, without saying anything else. That had been his normal for the last two years. So she did

but he didn't leave either. Amelia could see his car still parked in the same place from the reflection of the glass of a store, she frowned in confusion and entered the supermarket on the corner. The

, but since they already treated each other as strangers even within the marriage, she could not gre

speak, he just followed behind her in silence, they went up the building together. When they reached the door of her apartment, she finally couldn't help it, she turned around doubtfully and looked at him, “Do you need anything?” Dori

t.” Dorian extended his hand to her, 'Give it to me.' “No need, I can do it.” Amelia didn't finish rejecting the offer when Dorian had already taken the spotlight from her hands. He looked up at

The calm and deep voice came from above while Dorian was already skillfully removing the focus. Amelia had never seen him change a light bulb, but she supposed that smart people had a natural gift for doing things right, and Dorian's movements we

d took a step back, putting distance between them. Dorian's gaze moved slowly from her retreating legs to her face, settling on her eyes, but he said nothing. His silence made her feel more un

ll behind her head, lifting her face to his, his breath cool and close. Dorian kissed her. Amelia instinctively tried to push him away. The hands around her waist and behind her head suddenly tightened and he dee

s confused, but Dorian didn't give her a chance to think, the kiss became more and more intense, and just when it s

aised his hand to press his face against her collarbone. A

elia thanked in a low voice, without looking at him, she simply took the cell phone, pressed the answer button and turned

ing English reached her ear, “Shall I speak to Miss Amel

quickly recovered, joy spreading throughout her being. "Oh really?" The surprised tone made Dorian, who was outside, turn to look at her. Amelia felt a little embarrasse

ing, just work stuff.” "Job?" Dorian frowned, he had never seen her so happy about something related to her work. "You're lying to me." Discovered, Amelia hesitated for a moment, “It's about studies, they accepted me at the Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich." Dori

ral Institute of Technology in Zurich, hoping to resume her life plans that were interrupted by her pregnancy and marriage. She had studied architectural design at university and had always had the idea of pe

life, transforming her from an enthusiastic young professional passionate about life to a weak housewife, questioning her worth daily between domestic tasks and the contempt of her husband's family. She didn't want to continue like this. His silence was a confirmation. Dorian turned his face coldly. "I see," he said. "Wish you