Today she went out.
In the living room, there were newly arranged flowers, small and unknown ones that she could match elegantly and exceptionally.
Perhaps she was tired from shopping, otherwise after dinner, they would usually sit together on the sofa watching DVDs, original old foreign films that were her favorite, from "Camille" to "Gone with the Wind" from "Waterloo Bridge" to "Jane Eyre".
Though these films were lengthy, he still watched them with interest, and when she sometimes had tears in her eyes, he almost had the urge to kiss her.
A sudden wave of heat prompted him to stretch his muscles.
She would sometimes sleep early until dawn, but not cooking him dinner was a first. After thinking for a moment, he gently closed the door and turned away.
In the bedroom, she, with reddened eyes, sat up slowly, hearing the door open, dialed a phone number: "Drake, please follow that car, the license plate is XXXXX, and do not tell my father."
