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With a masterful show of aloofness, Eder fixed his gaze on the floor. A shell of indifference hardened around him, infused with a dense melancholy that hung like a thick fog, forming an invisible barrier. It was an unspoken warning, making it difficult for anyone to dare approach him.

Despite her best efforts, Sylvia found it increasingly challenging to unravel the labyrinth of his emotions. Yet, the one emotion she did understand was the raw, white–hot anger churning inside her like a volcanic eruption waiting to happen. One thought dominated her mind, resounding like a drum in her heart–to beat him senselessly until he’d be rummaging for his teeth on the floor, instilling enough fear to make him think twice before uttering the words ‘break up‘ again.

This fiery anger was her guiding compass, leading her across the room, her soft steps barely audible over the rhythmic hum of the house. Her target – the mahogany ruler, stashed away in the first drawer of the antique bedside table.

However, she hesitated as she extended her hand, ready to clutch the instrument of her rage. The mahogany ruler was indeed heavy, symbolizing the weight of her fury. But what if she lost control, and Eder, in his indifference, didn’t dodge in time? What if her wrath did more damage than she intended?

But to retreat, to return empty–handed after such a determined advance, would it not make her seem ridiculous, diminishing the seriousness of her intent?

Stealing a glance at Eder who sat on the floor, her eyes locked with his – his ebony irises revealing nothing. With no weapon at her disposal, it felt like she was walking into a gunfight with a butter knife. It was rather embarrassing.

Her gaze flickered to the sleek black leather belt hanging lazily on the coat rack nearby. A silent determination overtook her as she grabbed it, expertly rolling the soft leather until it fit comfortably in her hand, the chill of the metal buckle biting into her palm. Armed, she returned to the bed, the stark contrast of the intimidating belt against her demure stature making a powerful statement.

“Do you see what I have here?” she questioned, her sweet voice adopting a fierce undertone that carried an unmistakable threat. “Do not tempt me to use it on you!”

Eder’s response was minimal, a subtle flutter of his long lashes as he glanced at her weapon sideways. His expression remained unreadable, his eyes cast under a mysterious shadow, an impenetrable fortress of

silence.

“Remember when you clung to me, pleading for another chance, when I had let go? Now that I’m willing to take a leap of faith with you to explore this future for a longer while, you’re retreating. Why? I demand a reasonable explanation!” she insisted.

Under the warm glow of the lamplight, Eder’s chiseled face was magnified in all its rugged beauty,

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captivating in its silence. A gentle bob of his Adam’s apple betrayed his nervousness as he lowered his gaze, retreating further into his emotional shell.

Ilis silence was louder than words, a silent protest, a refusal to engage. Was he resorting to the age–old strategy of the silent treatment?

Feeling a bitter taste of rejection, Sylvia bit her lower lip, the sharp sting echoing the throbbing pain in her heart. “So, you need more time to think, do you? Then take all the time you need! Just make sure you’ve thought it through thoroughly before opening your mouth again!” she spat out, tossing the belt

onto him.

Turning her back to him, she stormed out, leaving behind a turbulent wave of anger that slammed the bedroom door shut. With her dramatic exit, a tangible blanket of gloom draped over the room, permeating every corner with a palpable sense of tension.

room, her decision to sleep separately set in

a whirlwind of thoughts. Eder’s indifferent look surfaced every time she

in bed, reaching for her phone. It was 2 a.m. already! Eder hadn’t attempted to soothe her. Was he genuinely contemplating their

Sylvia buried herself under the covers,

found

restlessness the following morning, Eder’s door was

yet to

up, she headed straight to Angle Group, refusing to exchange even a word with

rainy weather, the towering buildings shrouded in an almost deathlike

Sylvia sat at her desk, her chin resting in her palm, her gaze vacant as

Eder’s unusual behavior from last night replayed in her mind like a flickering film reel, distracting her from

had made when she had flung him off the

petulance or in actual pain. Yet, even in pain, he was capable of enduring it silently. So how could a simple push

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such a reaction?

more she contemplated, the more convinced she became that something was amiss. All the signs pointed towards a

toppled from the bed. The realization hit her

signs. Now that she pondered, Eder’s behavior was a screaming red flag!

to quiver slightly. “Director Lancelot, did I make a

“I need to attend to something and will have to step out. Continue the report once I’m back. If I don’t

City grew fiercer by

to the floor–to–ceiling window, exuding an air of fatigue and despondency. His black eyes were devoid of the usual spark, almost as if his life had been sucked

window, the relentless rain dividing them further, a stark

your system will lead to complications over time. It could leave you incapacitated. Sylvia may initially pity you, but how long will that last? The moment you resorted to alternative medicine, your

suit’s cuff, Eder’s hand clenched into a tight

prolonged one. Making Sylvia detest him, despise him, allowing her

for the LX Project, was elegantly perched on a nearby sofa,

of tea.

However, since she had stepped into the office, Eder seemed to be in his own world, staring at the rain–soaked window

If I had to guess, it’s less about work

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“Know your place. If it’s not