The Abandoned Wife

"When did you buy it?" questioned Roxanne with a slightly tense tone and trembling eyelashes. We didn't leave each other when we were in the mall, and I didn't see him buy a gift. Lucian knitted his eyebrow and answered in a resigned tone, "When I brought my bags here earlier. I didn't expect you to get lost when I was delayed for a few minutes."

His lips curled into a wry smile when he recalled the rare dazed look on her face from earlier.

When he brought that up, she blushed and reflexively avoided his stare, inadvertently shifting her line of sight to the box on the seat.

Lucian coaxed, "Get in the car. It's getting late. If we don't set off now, it'll be night by the time we return home."

Nodding hesitantly, Roxanne stepped into the seat.

He entered the driver's seat and drove off.

Meanwhile, she put the white box on her knees instead of opening them.

He didn't urge her either.

After they left the parking lot, he asked, "Do you want to visit the nursing home first, or should we head straight back home?"

the residents there,

pondered for a moment and answered, "The nursing

drove

wondered, I don't remember telling him the address, yet he seems to know where to go... No, I

the nursing home, Roxanne stepped into the building. She saw the doctors were still busying about, but she could

situation. It wasn't until she had confirmation the residents were

came across a few of the residents

you visit with Dr. Damaris today, Dr. Jarvis?

a smile when she heard that. Her grin froze before she turned around and explained resignedly to the old woman speaking to

sentence, she felt the person behind her stepping

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