The next morning.He came down to the dining room and saw Christy already sitting there, with a cup of coffee in her hand. The woman still looked tired, but her smile had returned—that professional smile she always wore."Good morning, Mr. Adrian," Christy greeted, rising from her chair."Adrian," he corrected, smiling. "I already told you, call me Adrian.""Alright, Adrian. I already made coffee for you. Sorry, I took the initiative myself.""It's fine," Adrian said, sitting across from her. "You're a guest here. You can do whatever you want."They had breakfast together in comfortable silence. No words needed to be spoken, just a warm sense of togetherness.But the peace didn't last long.Suddenly, from outside the mansion, the sound of loud shouting could be heard. A man's voice, angry, cursing with harsh words."Christy! Are you in there? I know you're in there! Come out now!"Adrian tensed. He saw Christy turn pale, her hands beginning to tremble on the table."That's my husband,
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