“And the hangover soup you mentioned… the Mrs. would personally buy the ingredients and spend hours in the kitchen simmering it. She never let us interfere…”
“If you’d like to drink some, I’ll go see how to make it now.”
Dominic’s heart felt struck by something. A strange emotion blossomed within him.
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So, all those things… she had prepared them personally, one by one.
He had known she cared deeply about the home, but never before had the feeling of regret been so clear… a sense of owing her.
Dominic stood in the center of the kitchen, the cool reflection of the marble countertop mirroring his
somber face.
Mrs. Gable stood with her hands clasped, not daring to breathe.
“So… for six years, she silently did all of this, but never said a word?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Mrs. Gable cautiously nodded. “The Mrs. never let us interfere. She said… she said you had a sensitive stomach, and outside hangover remedies were too harsh, so she had to personally oversee the cooking.”
Dominic’s fingers unconsciously tapped the countertop.
For six whole years, every time he returned from an engagement, no matter how late, there was always a warm bowl of hangover soup on the table.
He had never once considered that it was the result of Elara staying up late into the night.
“Sir, should I try to…?” Mrs. Gable tentatively asked.
“No need,” Dominic said, turning towards the stairs.
“Everyone, go rest.”
As he passed the master bedroom, he heard Cassandra’s even breathing from inside.
She stirred in her sleep, the silk sheets rustling softly.
Dominic stood at the door. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Elara-
In the period right after she moved in, he simply didn’t want to see his so-called arranged wife, so he often found excuses to avoid being home, frequently staying out all night.
But no matter when he returned, he would always see her in the living room, quietly waiting for him.
any sound.
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Sometimes when he returned in the middle of the night, he’d find her curled up on the sofa, asleep, with the TV still on, the volume turned down to its lowest setting.
He didn’t like her back then. Even seeing her like that, he wouldn’t spare her a glance, just go to his
room.
But she did that for many years.
Until later, he would finally stop for her, even cover her with a blanket.
