Abigail Lloyd couldn't help but wonder if men were inherently duplicitous, showing one side of themselves at home but revealing a different side in public. A shiver ran down her spine as she took in the scene inside the private room. "When will you be divorcing her?" Inside the private room, Candace Blue affectionately gazed at the man before her.
Seated across from Candace was her husband, Stephen Lockhart. He was mute and worked at the clubhouse as a waiter. Abigail had arrived early after finishing work to accompany him home, only to be met with this unexpected sight. Usually clad in a waiter's uniform, he now sported a tailored suit with his short hair perfectly groomed. He carried himself with an aristocratic air, his demeanor cold and refined. This was a side of him that she had never seen before.
At that moment, his voice, which was a deep and pleasing rumble, broke the silence as he said, "I'll bring it up with her soon." Abigail squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the sight any longer, and turned away. Stephen could actually speak. It turned out that he actually sounded so pleasant and captivating.
