âGo assist her. There are simply too many items to manage.â
âOkay.â
Leah discerned Adrianâs mood but chose not to probe further, especially as he had already made his way downstairs. Leah held out two freshly pressed shirts for Adrian.
âMaâam, should I pack these two shirts?â
âYes,â Joelle responded, retrieving a large black suitcase from the floor. âPlace Adrianâs and Auroraâs clothes here.â
âAlright.â
Downstairs, Adrian settled onto the sofa, still clad in his work suit, having not taken the time to change since arriving home. He absently toyed with a lighter in his hand, yearning for a cigarette to soothe his troubled thoughts. However, with Aurora still in the house, he refrained from doing so.
He repeatedly admonished himself not to succumb to sadness. Joelle had no choice. He had endured solitude since his childhood. In this world, there was no one who would steadfastly choose him without reservation. Perhaps such a person, or even such feelings, simply didnât exist.
á´á´Êá´ á´á´á´ á´á´á´ê± ɪɴ É¢á´ÊÉ´á´á´ á´Êê±.á´á´á´ âDaddy.â Aurora descended from the second floor, rubbing her eyes and tugging on the ear of her beloved bunny toy. âYouâre back.â
Adrian pushed aside his melancholy and conjured a smile for his daughter.
âDid you just wake up?â
âYeah.â Still drowsy, Aurora nestled onto Adrianâs lap and rested her head against his shoulder, drifting into a contemplative reverie.
âDaddy, why do you appear so despondent?â
âAm I?â
Children are remarkably astute. Auroraâs inquiry suggested she had sensed Adrianâs atypical demeanor.
âYes. Usually, when you return home from work, you trail after Mommy. Why arenât you staying close to her today?â
Adrian couldnât tell her that her mother had decided to leave the house with her.
âYour mom is occupied, so I didnât wish to interrupt her,â he simply replied.
Aurora glanced upstairs.
âOh, right, Mommy is busy packing.â Aurora yawned and succumbed to slumber once more in Adrianâs embrace. He gently carried her back to her room before proceeding to check on Joelle in the adjacent room.
Joelle was ensconced in the walk-in closet, selecting garments, betraying no visible signs of distress. All Adrian could perceive was her palpable urgency. Did departing from him not evoke any semblance of sorrow in her?
Her finger still adorned the engagement ring he had given her, fortifying Adrianâs resolve.
âLeah, you can leave us for a moment.â
Leah had discerned Adrianâs inner turmoil earlier and now cast a furtive glance at Joelle, silently hoping the couple would refrain from engaging in conflict.
âOkay.â
Joelle extracted a thin jacket from the closet and asked Adrian, âDo you think this is too thin? Maybe I shouldnât take it.â
Adrian took the jacket from her hand and stepped closer.
âAdrian, what are you doing?â Joelle asked in confusion.
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