Dalmi tilted her head and reached for her phone. In her mind, Carden was acting really strange. How can a grown-up man with an Adonis built hold a hair blower instead of going to his work?
Carden put the blower down on the table and combed her hair. His eyes were focused on doing it, like if he ever gets a wrong slide down to the strands, it would break. Seeing him in this state makes her want to laugh, but she’s afraid he would lose her focus, so she just settled on watching his reflection in the mirror, biting the fat inside her chin to stifle her smile.
Dalmi stretched her arms upwards as she pulled herself off the bed. She walked towards her big glass window and pushed the cream-colored curtain aside.The television was still flashing behind her. The characters are speaking, yet the only thing she has in her mind right now was Carden’s messages.No matter how hard she thought of it throughout the day, she would still end up telling tha
Dalmi didn't know, but she even got more annoyed at Carden when she heard that whisper. She asked herself whether this man wanted her to tie her hair instead of letting it down because the woman looked gorgeous with it or no.Her face contorted and suddenly felt like she lost her appetite. She threw the girl a momentary glimpse before standing up."Where are you going?" Carden asked, startled at her sudden move."To the bathroom," Dalmi answered. She flipped her hair and walked past the table while rolling her eyes.And the man didn't even offer to accompany her! Just the thought of him choosing to talk with the girl instead of providing her guidance made her grit her teeth."But it's not like I need it; I'm a strong independent woman," she told herself and put down her black handbag on the tile part of the sink. She wiped a brown-orange lip tint in her lips, trying to wash away the paleness of her skin before reaching for the silk scrunchie on her
Dalmi couldn’t help but march out of that store. She knew it would look like she was overreacting, but she expected this night to be good, not something like this.Carden Thompson was unreasonable. He brought her there, and he was also the one who told her to pick things to design her room, but he wouldn’t allow her to select the quantity she wanted.She would make it pass if that
Carden didn’t want those words to come out from his mouth, but seeing how Dalmi reacts to every bit of his actions earlier told him he needs to.In his mind, he kept on telling himself not to smile or even twitch his lips. He couldn’t understand how he finds her fuming mad face adorable and how her arguments seemed like a rant of a jealous wife instead of an offended woman.“
When Dalmi finished combing her hair, she immediately walked towards their kitchen, expecting to see Carden cooking or eating in the dining room.Earlier, she strode back to her room and took a quick bath before going out again, but when she entered the room, she found nothing but the food and a glass of pineapple juice on the table for only one person. She glanced at the sala and didn’t see her husband.
In a gray jogger pants and black pull over, Casimir Thompson walk her way towards the trainer, stopping right beside Dalmi."Cas! I didn't know you'll come today. You just got here yesterday," Maja said, smiling at him like Dalmi wasn't in the middle.Casimir then, shifted his gaze when he sensed that someone was beside her. Dalmi's lips were parted a bit, shocked about seeing the man she liked from the past this close.The last time she saw him was on his brother's wedding but they were not able to talk to each other."Oh! You are here!" In a surprised tone, Casimir pointed at her. Dalmi hesistatingly smiled and wave her hand, shifting her gaze to the lady in front of her to give the papers back."You know each other?" Maja asked, glancing at
"Where are you?" it was the first thing Dalmi heard when she answered the line.Carden was inside his office, loosening his tie as he waited for her wife's answer. The meetings for the afternoon were canceled, and he just finished a board meeting, so he thought he would bring Dalmi to a restaurant for lunch.In his mind, Dalmi wasn't able to go to these places anymore, and he wants to pay her back. He was thinking of how he accidentally ignored her just because Farrah Evans, the wife of one of his business partners, was there.He didn't mean to, but he still wanted to take her out."Ah, I'm..." Carden heard some muffled noises on the other line and some low footsteps. "I'm just inside the tower; why did you call?"Dalmi couldn't understand why she has to leave the kitchen just to answer his phone call. She could just click accept without having to jump off the stool, but she found herself leaning on the wall of Casimir's sala.His unit was s
"What if I am, would there be a problem, wife?" Carden shot back, emphasizing the word, 'wife.'Dalmi felt a blag in her heart. She expected him to deny her assumptions, but he did otherwise. She felt the butterflies in her stomach creating movements like they also heard about what he just said."W-well...are you really jealous?" Dalmi couldn't believe how straightforward he is. She bega