"You’ve been so tired lately and you were even so busy today. Why don’t you take some time off? I can talk to the leader for you. We could rest together," Evan suggested out of concern.
I did not argue. I treated his offer as a final goodbye.
Looking at his gentle eyes, I could not help but think of the stranger I had seen in the surveillance camera.
***
Evan accompanied me to watch boring family dramas.
A scene about cheating was being played on TV and I asked nonchalantly, "Do men cheat just because of physical desire?"
"Love and sex aren’t the same thing. That woman is attractive, though. It’s no surprise the man couldn’t help himself," Evan answered casually.
"What about you?"
He froze for a moment, then stammered, "Of course, I’m different. My body and heart have always belonged to you."
I lowered my gaze, hiding the mockery in my eyes.
His phone buzzed, breaking the tension. The name "Violet" flashed on the screen.
Evan pressed the phone to silence it, but the ringing persisted.
I knew he was torn, struggling between staying with me, his devoted wife, or running to the woman he could not resist.
"If you have something to do, you should go. I have a flight at nine. I’ll be waiting."