It's always like this, he's already used to it.
Aldana Candi lay on the sofa like a dead fish, her eyes closed, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes, leaving the sofa soaked.
This brand new villa was as silent as a grave.
*
Aldana Candi had moved into the villa.
The next day, many staff and guards she had never met arrived, dozens of people, and immediately, the large villa was livelier, not as cold as the first night.
In the morning, Aldana Candi sat on the bed hugging her knees, watching Philip Shaw change clothes in front of her.
Her gaze passed through his figure, landing lifelessly in the distance.
She had cried almost all night, her tears nearly drained, her eyes swollen like two walnuts.
But this didn't bring the man any compromise.
Aldana Candi thought she'd never be able to leave in her lifetime.
