There was a rather long dining table in the right corner of the big living room, where dark colors were dominant in its interior design. A low-pitched music from the record was the only thing keeping the oppressive but unobtrusive designed room from the silence.
The table was adorned with a variety of dines, even the plate holders and silver cutlery seemed to have been carefully chosen. In the middle of the long table, there was a bouquet of yellow roses with black roses in between. Although this bouquet of roses harmonized with the black tablecloth, it looked extremely striking among other elements.
Glancing at the bouquet of roses on the table with a vague smile on his face, Kane turned his eyes to his wife in front of him as the wine was poured into his glass.
"You said your friend from work would be joining us, right?" Maven asked.
She was wearing an elegant white dress. She had a baby blue scarf wrapped around her white neck and tied her hair in a bun. She looked elegant as always with the tiny pearl earrings she wore on her ears.
Although there was usually no one else in the house except the maids, Maven was someone who took care of her appearance every day. Sometimes she would go to the events which Kane rarely attended with her, to meet new people or to show how well the clothes she wore suited her.
Although it is known by everyone that she was such a pretentious and supercilious person. She was actually also a secretive person who did not share her secrets with anyone, and does not talk much about herself.
Of course, how much could she talk about? She was someone who was never ashamed of cheating on her husband.
Kane took a small glance at the wine poured into his glass, then took his glass and began to shake the wine in circles.
"Yes. He's a very dear friend of mine. If his delay upset you, I apologize on his behalf, darling."
Maven gave a small glance at the wine in the glass before answering by shaking her head. Turning to Kane and seeing that he was watching her, she gave him a smile that was a little too obvious that is not a real one.
"Oh, no. Why would I be upset... If you had given me a few days' notice, I could have welcomed our guest better."
Kane laughed lightly at her words and took the glass to his lips. He could see Maven was watching him intently as he took a few sips of the wine. After removing the glass from his lips, he answered her with the remaining redness of the wine on his lips.
"There is no need to exaggerate. It's someone who will love you no matter what you do, anyways."
Maven felt the need to say something while adopting an expression that indicated she didn't understand the response, but the sound of the doorbell drowned out the music in the living room.
Kane thanked the maid who placed the plate in front of him without feeling the need to look at the door, while Maven abandoned her previous need and parted her lips to say something else.
"I'll open the door."
Without waiting for an answer from her husband, Maven quickly headed to the door. And when she opened the door, she was shocked to see the person who entered her vision.
Camden, who stood before her, was wearing a black suit. He had paired his black suit with a white shirt, a few buttons of which were undone. The open collar of the shirt left his white neck exposed.
His hair didn't look very neat. It was as if he had hurriedly left the house and allowed some of his hair to be tousled by the wind. However, thanks to this, his exposed forehead had given him a different appearance. His car, parked a few meters behind him, was also visible.
Camden was adjusting his watch on his wrist when the door opened, so he hadn't initially noticed Maven. When he felt the presence of a familiar figure in front of him, he felt the need to raise his head.
When their eyes met, they both stared at each other for a few seconds. But Camden was the first to break out of this trance-like state between them. After all, he was the one who had gone through the process of convincing himself to come here.
"Hello," He said as he entered.
Maven could only follow him with her eyes for the first few seconds as Camden passed by her. But then, with a slight cough, she closed the door and followed him, albeit belatedly, with her steps.
As Camden entered the living room, he looked around, and in the process, he heard Maven's footsteps following him. It seemed as if he was trying to maintain a distance between them by walking quickly.
When he entered the room, the music emanating from behind the dining table started to disturb him. Although the composition of this music had a calm beginning, it became more aggressive as minutes passed.
When he finally reached his boss's side, he greeted him and began to inspect the chairs in front of the table. Maven also came and passed by Camden, then sat down on the chair opposite Kane.
"You should have told me that our guest was your secretary. He is not someone we don't know, after all." said Maven, while placing the handkerchief on her legs again.
Before responding, Kane looked at Camden standing beside him. Noticing that Camden was probably lost in thought and unsure of what to do, Kane raised his one eyebrow mockingly, indicating his awareness of the situation.
"Camden," he said, ensuring he looked at him. "Sit beside me."
Kane's statement was not a request or a suggestion. He had said it in a very clear and definitive tone. As Camden looked at him with an irritated expression, Kane crossed his legs, put his wine glass back on the table, and folded his arms.
On the other hand, Maven raised her eyebrows as her sentence hung in the air. Although Kane didn't see her expression, he spoke when he understood the situation from her silence.
"Yes, you're right. Camden is someone we both know very well... I'm sorry, my dear," Kane said.