By the time Arabella returned home, it was already evening.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa area were suffused with a warm yellow halo.

Arabella took a deep breath and did not stay at the door for long. She opened the door and entered.

The light in the living room was bright. The owner of the house had already returned. Beth Ruth wore a loose pajama. Her hands were tightly wrapped around Ezra's waist. Even under the kitchen lamp, she was still gorgeous.

As if she was shocked by the sudden opening of the door, Beth Ruth looked over in surprise. When she...