Wen Yi returned to the bedroom, took a nightgown, and went straight into the bathroom to run a bath.
By the time Mo Shichen moved from the front of the study to the front of the bedroom door, the bathtub was already full. He stared for a while at the tightly closed door the woman had entered, uncertain whether she had closed it casually or deliberately. And from inside, there was complete silence.
After standing for a minute, he raised his hand and knocked, twice.
No response.
His hand reached for the doorknob, intending to turn it, but he hesitated just as he was about to act.
"I said I don't want to see you. I want to be alone. Did you not understand, or do you not want me to stay in your house?"
Remembering her words, a self-mockery tinged hesitation swept through his heart. If he entered, would she insist on leaving the estate?
At least for now, she was still here.
And there was still room for things to change.
She hadn't said she wanted to break up with him.
