Throughout the journey, Miley continued to offer words offort to Ste.


    Ste understood Miley’s intentions, but she couldn’t simply brush aside her concerns.


    Ever since she fell in love with Matthew, the fear of losing him had be an indomitable presence in her heart.


    She loathed how easily her mood could be swayed by external factors.


    Following their meal, Ste said apologetically, “Miley, I’m feeling a bit tired.


    I’d like to head back and rest.


    We can go shopping another day.


    ”


    Observing Ste’s less-than-optimal condition, Miley, concerned for her friend’s well-being, readily agreed.


    “I’ll drive you back.


    ”


    Ste didn’t refuse.


    Upon dropping Ste off at Prosper Bay, Miley shared some parting words.


    “If you can’t decipher the rtionship between Matthew and that woman, don’t hesitate to ask him about it when he returns.


    You’re his wife, and you have every right to inquire about anything.


    Don’t burden yourself with unnecessary thoughts.


    ”


    Ste mustered a forced smile and nodded in acknowledgment.


    Inside the vi, Ste found herself in a dimly lit environment, with Matthew yet to return.


    As she waited, her mind couldn’t help but race with conjectures.


    She didn’t mind Matthew socializing with other women.


    What concerned her was why he hadn’t told her about it.


    She had invested considerable effort in epting Matthew’s past secrecy and yearned for a future where honesty prevailed between them.


    However, recent events had shown that Matthew continued to withhold information.


    Was it because he believed she had no right to interfere in his affairs? Or did he think that her knowledge wouldn’t be of any assistance?


    Ste remained in her room, lost in contemtion.


    Before long, the door of the vi swung open once more.


    Matthew ascended the stairs, noticing the subdued glow emanating from Ste’s room.


    He looked at his watch, furrowing his brow.


    Upon entering Ste’s room, he found her perched on the edge of the bed.


    Concern evident in his gaze, he approached her and queried, “It’s quitete.


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