Ken remained silent.

Though he knew that Dorothy would never take Everett to the graveyard.

The drive back to Bay Residence was charged with a heavy silence.

Apart from Abigail and Langston’s playful giggles, Dorothy and Everett hardly exchanged a word.

Everett had not only done thorough preparation for the memorial but had also purchased a prime plot in the cemetery, hoping that if Dorothy agreed, they could relocate her mother’s resting place there.

However, it was clear she wasn’t even willing to let him go with her.

As the car came to a halt in front of Bay Residence, Everett stepped out first, cradling Abigail in his arms, with Langston and Dorothy trailing behind.

Dorothy wanted to strike up a conversation with Everett, but seeing him not even turning back, she swallowed the words back.

He took the kids to the play castle, leaving her alone in the living room.

a man without temper. He was simply holding back, not wanting to lash

couch, she glanced at

month had flown by quickly, and now only half of it was left. Dorothy didn’t want to

changed into her loungewear and went to the kitchen

sitting at the dining table with a welcoming

that instant, all the gloom and

utterly defenseless

to taste?” Dorothy

eye, he noticed a small cut on her hand, likely from chopping —a sign of her long absence

gravely and rose to fetch the first-aid kit

let him bandage her wound without protest, resting her cheek

“I’m not mad.”

sour!” Dorothy blinked at him playfully. “Smile for me. You’re not handsome when

first-aid kit and then came back, scooping her into his arms and

gently laid Dorothy down on the bed. The afternoon sun was

and after a

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