Chandler only responded with a dismissive look.
He ran his fingers through his hair, stating, âYou canât simply deduce his intentions.
Just a heads up; donât cross me.
Inform Simon that youâre on board for that supporting role.
Not only do you need to play your part, but you also need to keep Miss Fowler content.
Mr.
Evans tends to prioritize her wishes.
â
Elaine remained skeptical.
Chandlerâs temper flared, and he delivered a sharp slap to Elaineâs face before storming out with a string of muttered profanities.
Tears welled up in Elaineâs eyes.
She looked over her shoulder at the closed door, resentment building up against the cruel twist of fate.
Inside the room, the children had finished their meals.
Edwin tackled his school assignments, while Olivia reveled in the affection from her father, Mark.
She was quite fond of him.
She loved curling up in Markâs embrace.
Engaging him in conversation was one of her favorite pastimes.
With her baby teeth still emerging, her speech was a tad unclear.
And whenever she laughed, her adorable dimples were on full display.
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Her wavy brown locks had hints of auburn, adding to her youthful charm.
Mark, while amusing Olivia, glanced over at Cecilia.
She was engrossed in her script.
She hadnât probed into the earlier incident, yet Mark felt compelled to break the silence.
âArenât you curious?â
Without shifting her focus from the script, Cecilia let the silence answer for her.
She didnât want to delve into complicated discussions, especially in the kidsâ presence.
Mark grinned.
Olivia grabbed Markâs face and planted several affectionate pecks.
Observing Olivia, Mark remarked gently, âCecilia, our Olivia will be quite the beauty as she matures.
â
Cecilia, still concentrating on her reading, retorted, âHowever striking she may become, she wonât hold a candle to the woman from earlier.
â
Markâs gaze met Ceciliaâs.