CHAPTER 7.1

"Why did he even marry me if he's just going to house another woman?" I kept whispering that while fixing my canvas in the living room.

I sat down on the high-stand chair and picked up the palette as I cast my eyes up the staircase.

It was already evening, and yet they hadn't gone out of the office. Were they really like this even before? Literally a secretary with benefits!

I pouted my lips and dipped my paint brush in the black paint.

My stomach is grumbling already, but they are still inside of that office. Aren't they going to eat?

I sighed as I started to let my brush touch the canvas and paint small dark circles in the middle.

I bit my lip and restrained myself from going upstairs and knocking on their door. But I wasn't able to do so when I abruptly stood up, put down the palette and the brush, and took a few steps near the staircase.

But I was taken aback when I saw him going downstairs, looking at me intently but with a little concern.

I froze on my track and even waited for