Elise Don was indifferent.
They had just moved into the marital home, but there wasn't any sweet atmosphere inside, possibly related to the unpleasantness of their previous intimacy, and although she and Oliver Bloom were living under the same roof, their communication had suddenly diminished recently.
Anyway, it was only nine o'clock, she couldn't sleep even if she went back, each doing their own thing, so they might as well take a walk together.
The riverbank on a summer night was bustling with bright lights.
The car slowly moved to park on the right, its shiny pearlescent white paint gleaming under the shade of the trees, somewhat out of place with this old street.
Passersby glanced over and saw the man stepping out from the back of the luxury car, wearing only a white shirt, not formal, yet his demeanor was aloof, like cold mountain snow, truly exceptional.
