Never Blinded by Love

Chapter 8

At the apartment entrance, William frowned at the keypad lock.

"Let me handle it." Linda stepped up and quickly entered the code. Once inside, she handed him a clean towel from the bathroom. "It's new. I have someone come to clean weekly."

This time, though, she stood aside rather than helping William dry off as she used to. Her care was still evident, considering she fetched the towel despite being drenched herself. o take a shower. I'll change and get some groceries delivered so I can cook dinner," Linda said as she

headed into the walk-in closet.

As Linda turned, William caught her gaze again. Her clear eyes made his head throb as that familiar force surged, threatening to break free.

Without lingering on it, he stepped into the shower.

William had bought this apartment for convenience. Back then, Linda hadn't yet used the Felix family's influence to help him, and he had managed everything on his own.

The Wilson residence was far away, and company support was weak-any disruption could lead to big problems, William often stayed at the office and only came here when he absolutely needed to rest. After marrying Linda, they lived here together for a few months.

Linda ordered groceries while leaning against the dining table after changing her clothes.

She felt a pang of reluctance as she looked around. She had decorated every single corner of this apartment and was reluctant to let go, but she had to.

When William came out of the shower, Linda was in the kitchen, preparing food. The warm light cast a gentle glow on her as she worked,

As William watched her from the doorway, his head started throbbing again.

She was a good wife, but he just wasn't a good match for her.

the dining table

she turned to call him but was surprised to

the table..

to the table.

"Let's eat, then."

back and forth in the kitchen to serve dinner, ending with two plates of

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from William and said hesitantly, "I wasn't sure of what you like,

hope it's okay."

been married for four years, yet

lunches she painstakingly prepared for him never ended up on his desk. They either found their way to the trash or were given to the security guards. He never ate her food. William's hand paused as he looked at the dishes. She used to make him lunch, but he never

fine," he said after

smiled and looked down at her meal.

honest, I never thought I'd be sharing a peaceful dinner with you one

William's ears. Her self-mocking

on his heart.

but it tasted

silent atmosphere was far from ideal for dining, but Linda knew this was the closest they'd ever get to harmonious

the dishes in the dishwasher. When she returned, William was still in the living room, with the only light coming from a small lamp by the entrance. "Aren't you going back?" Linda

free to get rid of any decorations you don't

the closet to pack her clothes. Seeing the untouched suits

for him. She had even made some of those shirts herself. Fearing his disdain, she

him to despise her so much that he wouldn't even touch the clothes she bought. In this marriage, she

closet, she realized one suitcase was