Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

"Don't be mad. Just calm down." Pearl nervously swallowed, avoiding eye contact with Richard. She kept glancing around. "If you want, I can write more for you later. I'll write plenty, okay?" Richard's expression remained cold as he narrowed his eyes. He said icily, "Do you really think I care about whether you can write more for me?"

He was consumed by jealousy, wondering why she couldn't see it. Feeling this way, he wanted to assert dominance over her, to make her understand his feelings.

"What do you care about then? Is it because I wrote these for him? They're already done. Even if I tell you they're fake, you won't believe me. So, what do you want me to do?" Pearl kept her head down, frustrated and feeling unfairly interrogated by Richard.

"I haven't said much, yet you feel wronged?" Richard's heart softened at her reaction. He realized he couldn't continue to bully her.

He sat beside her on the bed. "I wasn't happy when I saw these things. Shouldn't you try and comfort me?"

her head, feeling relieved that Richard was talking calmly with her. "Why did you snoop

had helped Pearl pack her things, only to be accused of snooping. Perhaps being too gentle

used to live here? You left these behind. I was just helping you pack when I stumbled upon these

"That sounds more

you learned

Pearl blinked. "What lesson?"

write these for me. Don't give them to another man." Richard grew angrier the more he thought about it. He regretted not being a part of her youth and being her first love. "That's for sure. We're married now.

comes back for you in the

look very nervous?" Pearl teased him,