Andrew''s car pulled up outside the apartment building.


    Debra got out with a heavy heart. When she reached the entrance, the security guard hurried over, his voice urgent.


    "Ms. Frazier."


    "What''s up?"


    "You''ve got a visitor. He''s been here for over an hour," the guard said, jerking his thumb toward the reception room. Through the ss, Debra saw Marion sitting inside.


    "I don''t know him. Tell him to leave."


    "Okay."


    The guard nodded, starting to turn away before Debra''s voice stopped him. Wait."


    ""Ma''am?"


    "Let him in."


    The guard blinked, thinking he had heard wrong.


    "Ms. Frazier, if he is bothering you, we can help you drive him away."


    "No, he''s my boyfriend."


    "Huh?"


    The guard''s jaw dropped. He nced down at his phone, where a news alert red the reconciliation between Juan and Debra. However, the one in the reception room didn''t look like Juan.


    He scratched his head and went back. "Mr. Nichols, your wife will see you now."


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    ""Mr. Nichols?"


    Marion looked daggers at him. The guard was bewildered.


    Debra led the way to the elevator, Marion following silently behind her. The ride up was tense, the air thick with unspoken words. Debra stepped out first, unlocking her apartment door. She looked back at Marion, who was standing at the other end of the corridor. "How long are you nning to follow me?"


    Marion opened his mouth and then closed it again. He didn''t know how to respond.


    "Come in or leave. I don''t need a gatekeeper."


    Marion finally smiled and followed her into the room. Debra went to the kitchen, and he followed, eager to cook for her.


    When Debra started sweeping, he put down his spat and rushed to help.


    Exasperated, Debra turned to face him. "Marion, what do you want?"


    He stood there, silent and uncertain. Debra threw up her hands, her voice tinged with frustration.


    "If you can''t tell me what you want, you might as well leave."


    "Debra..."


    She cut him off, her hand on the doorknob. "If you''re not leaving, then I will."


    In an instant, Marion was beside her, his arms wrapping around her tightly, as if afraid she would slip away.


    Debra struggled briefly before surrendering. "Is there something you can''t. tell me?"


    Marion''s voice was low, filled with regret. "I''m sorry."


    She sighed. "I wanted a simple life. I''m ready to face whateveres our way. But you have to be open with me. Im not some fragile thing that needs protecting. I need to know what we''re up against." Marion nodded. "I know."