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?"

know she's worried about the residents there,

came as a surprise for Roxanne. She pondered

Lucian then drove toward

was with the path to the nursing home, she wondered, I don't remember telling

were still busying about, but she could tell from their expressions that the

few doctors and asked them about the situation. It wasn't until she had confirmation the residents were

came across a few of

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