Right after taking a step out of the hospital, a grandiose black Lincoln Navigator SUV suddenly pulled out in front of them. The passenger's car window is opened to reveal none other than Dexter.
"Director...?" Peter trailed off in surprise and confusion.
"I thought you were not coming, Director? Are you going to take Miss Miley home?"
"Where is she? I've got no more time to spare," Dexter started insouciantly, getting straight to the point.
"Oh, there she is, Director," Peter said, his eyes glued at a specific direction.
Dexter then follows his line of vision and takes a look at what his wife is up to this time. That's until he finds her talking with a few elders who just got out of the hospital like her.
They appear to be conversing quite mirthfully, and she seems to have earned their goodwill with how light-hearted their smiles are. This got Dexter baffled to a certain degree. He didn't take Miley so much of a sociable person that she'd just talk with strangers like this.
"They're the people from one of the wards," Peter said.
"Peter..!" Miley called out of nowhere, finally making her way in their direction.
"Sorry for the wait. I just said goodbye to them...They gave me chocolates."
"P-Peter" spelt out in his head, eyes widening a little in surprise. As Miley keeps grinning from ear to ear, practically bouncing energetically like a ditzy toddler, Dexter can't help but be caught off guard.
"Gosh, my so-called husband... My father and mother lost their lives saving his grandmother and he didn't visit me once. All he did was sternly order us to hop inside," she deadpanned in silence, frowning in annoyance.
Glancing at Dexter through the corners of her eyes, Miley finds him looking outside of the window, his chin propped over his hand nonchalantly. It's as if she isn't there at all. He isn't uttering any word or showing any sign of asking how she has been doing.
when the car drove inside the villa, she couldn't help but glance around. She had heard before about the soaring property prices in this neighbourhood and how someone had spent a fortune to buy the land here. And she lives here!
After Peter parked the car in the garage, Miley and Dexter got out of the car.
Miley was greeted by a woman in her forties.
"Are you alright? Miss Miley."
Miley stood blinking her eyes without a word.
"Aunt Tina, She doesn't remember you. She doesn't remember anything about two years ago." Tristan shook his head.
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Upon entering the living room, Miley glanced around the surroundings. The minimalistic interior featured cool colours, yet it portrayed a royal atmosphere.
"You'll stay in the room on the left on the second floor. On the right is my bedroom and study room. You're not allowed to enter my rooms without my permission. And don't touch the displays." Dexter informed.
"Okay," Miley replied gleefully.
"Why are you so happy?" Dexter muttered with a sigh, annoyance written over his face.
"I was worried. I thought I was going to stay in one room with a man that I don't remember. But that's not the case."
While Dexter only eyes her sternly, Miley just flashes an ebullient grin, looking all sunshine and rainbows.
"A man that you don't remember!" Dexter glared at her as his handsome face darkened with anger. It was evident that her words had pissed him off.
Miley smiled awkwardly at him, unsure of how to act in that situation.
"Miss Miley, Come and have water," Tina called her at that moment.
"Okay." Miley rushed out of the living room.
Miley was extremely bored. So, She followed Tina into the kitchen and helped her make dinner.
Dexter did not seem to be busy and coincidentally came over at night.
During dinner, Tina served a bowl of mushroom soup diligently to Dexter. She grinned widely while saying, "Miss Miley prepared this soup. Give it a taste."
Dexter's gaze raked over Miley's cheerful face causing the man to pause before taking the bowl of soup.
He took a sip and, within less than a second, spat the soup into a tiny bowl.
Then, he took a napkin and wiped his mouth. Dexter even sneered coldly as he said, "Are you trying to kill me?"
"What's wrong?" Tristan took a huge gulp of the soup. His facial expression then became contorted.
"Did sister lose her cooking skills also?" Tristan exclaimed.
"I made this strawberry cake, mango crepe. Please Try this." Miley said.
Dexter folded his arms in front of his chest. The look on his face was cold and aloof. "Aunt Tina, Didn't you tell her that I don't take desserts?"
"Why would someone not love desserts? Life was already so stressful, and only sweets could make one feel better…"
She paused when she sensed a meaningful glance from Tina. She picked up the cake on the table and started digging into it.
"Good for you." Dexter snapped. He picked up his coat and went upstairs.
"I will taste it." Tristan picked up the spoon.