For some reason, Ivy was no longer her usual self... thoughts from various origins clogged her brain. What if he was going to ask for something like sexual intercourse? But he was her husband why was she bothered about it.
"What condition?"
"Move into my room," He said. Ivy let out a sigh of relief but why did he want that? "The agreement was to let someone...my old friend come visit and I do and want her to see us living apart besides we're married,"
"That was because, I was....okay, you don't want to stay in the same room with me, do you?"
"Yes, I don't," she typed her answer before looking at him. Ian turned face away and stared at the the lilies blooming, her words stung his heart like alcohol applied to an injury.
"Just move your stuff to my room then, you could stay upstairs in the guest room next to Niel's,"
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