I opened my mouth to say something but took my words back at the last minute. Instead, I simply said, "Take care of yourself."

It was late.

By the time Hendrix returned home, it was already midnight. I was half asleep when I felt him climbing into bed.

Feeling too drowsy, I did not ask him how things went.

When I woke up the next morning, he had already gone out.

Fiona knocked on the door and said, "Madam, if you're awake, breakfast is ready. When Mr. Roberts went out this morning, he told me to come up to take the laundry to wash."

I nodded and let her into the bedroom. Then, I went to the bathroom.

As always, the laundry was taken care of by her so I did not need to worry about it. I tied my hair and went into the bathroom.

I noticed the stunned look she had when she picked up Hendrix's laundry.

I looked over and clearly saw a bright red lipstick

Roberts might have..."

"It's alright. It was probably an accident. Just go on and

not upset. After spending so many years with Hendrix, I knew clearly in my heart just what kind of person

came to the affairs between men and women, I still trusted him wholeheartedly.

a breath of relief and

back again. She stood outside the door and said,

eight years. I know him well enough to have at least

out a sigh of relief and went out of

to take care of Anne. I

hadn't seen her for nearly

picked up a gold pendant and a pair of silver bracelets. It was said that gold was good for their ionizing effect and

sadly in her arms to coo

the nanny and walked towards me saying, "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming? I would have gone to pick you up. Have you

the house earlier." My eyes were drawn to

is always crying. He cries just about everything. I am convinced that he is more squeamish than a

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