Adrian finally looked up from the stove. His brows drew together, not in panic, not in guilt, but in annoyance.He was about to speak when his phone rang.It was the special ringtone he had set for Chloe.The moment he saw her name, the cold, professional mask on his face softened into a smile."What is it, princess?" he said, his voice low and gentle. "I'm already making the soup. If you're bored, play with the baby for a while."He paused, glanced at me, and said into the phone, "She doesn't know. Don't worry."Then he hung up and turned back to me."Chloe doesn't know I told you everything," he said. "Act like you don't know. She doesn't want to lose you as a friend."With that, he packed the soup into a thermos and headed for the door."Divorce," I said again.Adrian stopped and looked back at me as if I had said something absurd."We registered our marriage yesterday. Why would we divorce now? Do you want us to become a joke in front of everyone we know? Be professional, Evelyn. S
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