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David's brow furrowed, his concern evident as he pressed further, "What happened with your work?"

Rowan's expression shifted, a mixture of resignation and self-deprecation. She chuckled softly, "I don't have a job."

No further explanation was necessary; David immediately grasped the meaning behind her words.

He hesitated momentarily before whispering, "I'm sorry."

It was the second apology he had offered that day. Previously, Rowan had believed him to be someone who would never yield or apologize, regardless of right or wrong. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to say the words "It's okay."

An awkward tension filled the air, the silence between them growing increasingly stifling. Minutes passed, prolonging the deadlock.

Suddenly, David broke the silence, determination in his voice, "I'll arrange for someone to handle your work and take care of the house. Since I mentioned it, it's yours."

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Rowan's lips. "You say that every time, but in the end, I'm the