As usual, Oliver Bloom finished work and as he opened the door, he thought it was just another ordinary day with only the nanny and a table of food waiting for him. But today was different, Elise Don was also sitting at the dining table, resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought.
She didn't notice him immediately, her expression maintained a state of restraint, like she wanted to cry or had just cried. Her eyes were red but lacked any brightness.
Oliver stood at the door for a moment, afraid to scare her. He wanted Elise to notice his presence herself, but after waiting for a while, she still didn't come to her senses. She seemed like a person whose soul had been extracted, wrapped in a thick wool vest, looking blank.
Oliver decided to walk over, deliberately making his footsteps heavy.
The clatter echoed slightly in the empty, luxurious room.
Elise suddenly looked up, her eyes wide open. She didn't speak, but it was clear she had something to say.
