"Madam, you have called?" I was still awaiting his arrival when he abruptly entered the study, an air of tension clinging to him as if something significant had transpired.
"Yes, I did. You don't have to breathe as though I'm going to steal your oxygen. I only wish to discuss matters concerning our relationship and some information about the mansion," I remarked casually, sipping from the cup of coffee placed before me. The aroma wafted through the room, filling the silence that lingered between us.
"Ah, yes. You can inquire about anything; I'm ready to answer," he replied, his demeanor appearing somewhat calmer, though I couldn't be certain.
"Here are the contract papers," I stated, sliding the documents across the table towards him. His expression shifted, and he regarded me with eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher. Pity, perhaps? But why pity when I was freeing him from this unwanted bond? Why?
