I went home and began packing my belongings. When Robert came back home and saw my suitcase, he sneered, "Are you running away from home again? Trudy Peyton, aren't you tired running away every time we quarrel? You've done this thing for the entire four years we are together."
"It's just postponing the ceremony! Why do you have to make a big deal out of it? By postponing the ceremony for a week doesn't mean I refuse to marry you, okay?" The irritation in his voice was evident. It seemed he wanted to slam the door and leave.
I replied calmly, "I'm not running away. I'm just organizing my things." Though in my heart I told myself that this time I would leave him for good.
Robert loosened his tie and carelessly ordered me, "On? Well, since you’re tidying up, why not prepare the guest room as well? Diana told me this place is closer to her concert venue, so she’ll be staying here for a while.”
I pushed my packed suitcase to the corner and answered without looking up, “Alright. I’ll have Julie clean the guest room tomorrow.”