Love Coming from the Least Expected

“Eve, stop it. We are husband and wife. I won’t bring up the matter of divorce from now on. And don’t you think about getting a divorce.” Lyle appeared saddened as he gazed mournfully at me. The sorrow and longing that spilled from his eyes made it seem like I was the one who was unsatisfied with our marriage, not him.

He had always said that I caused trouble, for which I had always found an excuse. I had transformed from being a meek and soft-spoken woman to a prickly one. The type whose thorns kept people at bay. And all of that because of whom?

I gazed at him in disdain, without even bothering to anticipate what he would come up with next. I was just content with watching his charade. Besides, the next time when Crystal came causing trouble with me, he would cast me aside without hesitation anyway.

elements which were reminiscent of a medieval castle. Its ability to house such a long guest list impressed me as well. Sabrina had mentioned that only the people who were present the night before were aware of the incident. As for Mr. Wilson, he

was having breakfast with Sabrina in the dining hall, I felt the full extent of the Lanes’ grandeur as I admired the beautiful decor and silverware. I became distinctly aware that my self-esteem would

poor are incomprehensible to

a lost sheep. “What’s the

We’re back together and working things out.” Despite the apparent good

husband, fetching whatever I desired during breakfast, even serviettes for me to wipe my lips after I was done.

spoke, Sabrina’s phone rang. She glanced at it and then at me with a strange expression on her face. She dashed off to the kitchen and returned with a heavy porcelain bowl, which she placed in front of me. “Eat up, this will help replenish your blood,

be very expensive. I

song. “Who was it that brought me

ask her to bring the bowl of deer liver over. Since this was his house, he must have had the kitchen prepare it ahead of time. I looked up in an attempt to seek out the familiar figure out of the

his brother sitting in a corner, they appeared to be having their lunch. Several other important-looking young men shared their table, all of whom were

swiftly back. He tapped a finger on the table and placed it gently on his stomach. This tiny gesture may have been missed by any other