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?"

was talking

only to be accused of snooping. Perhaps being too gentle wasn't the right approach for

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

"That sounds more like

have you learned your

Pearl blinked. "What lesson?"

only 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. It would be wrong to write this for another man, wouldn't it?" Pearl couldn't comprehend

Damian comes back for you in

do you look very nervous?" Pearl teased him, noticing his