She'd chosen professional attire, a tailored pencil skirt and silk blouse that managed to be both modest and somehow still attention-grabbing.
Her hair was pulled back in a sleek style, makeup subtle but perfect.
She looked every inch the capable businesswoman, ready to conquer the corporate world.
He wanted to ask her something, wanted to request that she spare a few hours to spend with Yuyan, to help ease his daughter's obvious desire for maternal attention.
But the words stuck in his throat.
It wasn't Shuyin's responsibility.
She hadn't signed up to be a mother, just a wife on paper.
Asking her to play a role she'd never agreed to felt wrong, even as his heart ached for his daughter.
Maybe he should skip work today, stay home with Yuyan himself.
Lin Shuyin could feel his gaze on her back, could sense that he wanted to ask her something but was holding back.
The tension in the room was palpable, heavy with unspoken words and expectations neither of them knew how to voice.
