After breakfast, his mood softened a little. He sat on the sofa, leisurely reading the newspaper. As for her, she couldn't remain calm. Her mind was preoccupied with the job offer Vincent had mentioned, which made her feel increasingly anxious.
Sitting in the far corner of the large sofa, she aimlessly flipped through the TV channels. She changed from one channel to another, then back again, and after a while, she couldn't take it anymore and leaned forward to ask,
"Albert Wilson, are you going out today?"
He looked up from the newspaper, smiling at her gently, as harmless as ever.
"Why? You want to go out? I can give you a ride, I don't have anything to do at home anyway."
Behind that gentle smile, however, was a hidden frustration, his teeth gritting with annoyance: *Woman, I'm really curious to see what kind of tricks you're up to!*
He asked so enthusiastically, but Cynthia was startled, quickly waving her hand,
