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“Well, truce,” Eva said softly. “Can we go back to how things were before?”
Adrian’s heart skipped a beat at her words, and he was almost too stunned to reply. “You mean…?”
Eva glanced at him, then lowered her gaze, speaking seriously. “On our way back, I thought about it carefully. Granny’s emotions seem stable now, and the small changes don’t appear to be problematic yet. But with surgery still half a month away, we don’t need to argue now, especially not in front of her. We should avoid anything that could upset her.”
Adrian paused, finally understanding what she meant.
“What do you mean…?” he asked, his voice unsure.
Eva’s tone was firm, as if everything had clicked into place. “Don’t you understand? This is a critical time. We need to cooperate well. Once these two weeks are over, you can do whatever you want, without anything holding you back.”
Adrian’s lips curved into a slight smile. Yes, he understood.
She wasn’t trying to make peace with him, nor was she angry anymore. It was all for Granny’s sake.
Adrian couldn’t help but smile bitterly inwardly. He had only been making things harder for himself.
“Okay,” he said softly.
Eva, noticing his somber expression, chose not to bring up the topic of keeping the child. She assumed Vivian had already communicated her thoughts to him, and he must have agreed since he hadn’t raised the issue again. She decided to give him some credit for that.
With a sigh, Eva got out of bed and moved toward the closet. She found the long pillow that had once served as a boundary between her and Adrian. It had disappeared for a while, but now, it was back in its rightful place.
As she placed the pillow back in the middle of the bed, Adrian’s already displeased expression deepened. What was he hoping for, exactly?
When she’d declared the truce earlier, he had thought things might return to how they were before the argument. But seeing the pillow there now, it seemed that things weren’t so simple.
Eva turned to see Adrian still standing there, a sour look on his face. She didn’t care to guess what he was thinking anymore and decided to act on her own. “Aren’t you going to sleep? I’m going ahead,” she said, already lying down and pulling the blanket over herself. “You can turn off the lights later.”
Without waiting for his response, she closed her eyes and tried to relax.
Adrian, however, stood there for a long time, staring at the long pillow. After a quiet chuckle, he finally walked over, his expression still tense, and lay down stiffly beside her.
Once the light was turned off, the room fell into darkness. The silence only heightened their senses. Adrian couldn’t sleep at all, his mind racing, while Eva’s breathing beside him remained steady and calm.
After a long while, unable to resist any longer, Adrian turned his head toward Eva in the dark, unsure of what he was even thinking anymore.
The ceasefire between them had quieted the cold wars, but something was still off. The next morning, as Eva helped him tie his tie, he was still frustrated from the restless night. Although she had slept soundly beside him, Adrian hadn’t managed to rest at all. His impatience showed in the way he struggled with the tie, his movements rough and unrefined.
Unexpectedly, Eva stepped forward to help.
“I’ll do it,” she said softly, her voice gentle despite the tension.
Adrian, already irritable, looked down at her, his eyes sharp. Eva, feeling his gaze, avoided it but still whispered, “Bend down, or I won’t be able to reach.”
Adrian, refusing to bend, smirked. “Finally willing to look me in the eye?”
Eva was taken aback. What was wrong with him? Just last night, they were getting along fine.
Adrian didn’t understand it himself. Lately, he was agitated—wanting to see her but not wanting to. Wanting her to approach him but pushing her away when she did.
“Adrian, don’t be like this,” Eva said, frustrated. “We agreed yesterday, we only have half a month left. We need to cooperate.”
Adrian frowned and took a step back, pursing his lips. “No need for that. When there are no servants around next time, you don’t have to act so ‘enthusiastically.’”
With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Eva to stand there, seething in frustration.
She laughed bitterly, finding it utterly unreasonable.
Rather than wait for Adrian, she went downstairs alone for breakfast. A little while later, he came down too. When he walked into the living room, the maids quickly retreated into the kitchen, whispering amongst themselves.
“Have the husband and wife reconciled?”
“They never had breakfast together before, but today he sat next to her.”
“They say couples always make up after a fight. They’ve had a good relationship in the past, and they’re bound to reconcile.”
Adrian sat down beside Eva, his face still stern.
Eva immediately felt the cold aura emanating from him. She didn’t need to look at him to know how unwilling he was.
Though she felt a twinge of discomfort, she quickly suppressed it.
Half a month left. Just half a month.
For her grandmother, for the baby, and for herself, she could endure it.
Eva, keeping her calm demeanor, poured Adrian a glass of milk with a small, gentle smile. “Good morning, hubby.”
Adrian instantly clenched his teeth, his irritation bubbling to the surface.
“She really doesn’t care at all, does she?” he thought bitterly.
