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Lydia cradled the cup in her hands. The temperature was perfect, not too hot. It was clear that Quincy had clearly checked beforehand.

She glanced over at him and saw him peeling roasted chestnuts for her, and her heart instantly felt warm.

Lydia was sensitive to both heat and cold, and many people, including her own parents, had called her spoiled. But Quincy never complained. He always took care of her, quietly and willingly, without a word of protest. From the kitchen came the sounds of clattering pots and the rich aroma of stir-fried vegetables. Meanwhile, Lydia and Quincy exchanged light conversation in the living room.

The smile on Lydia's face revealed that it wasn't so much a conversation as it was Quincy trying to make her laugh and lift her spirits.

Watching from the kitchen, Mrs. Perez narrowed her eyes. The more she looked at Lydia, the more displeased she became.

casting Lydia a quick, judgmental glance, careful not to be caught. "I don't know

did!" Mrs. Perez snapped. "It's because of all those

of marriage, he had learned it was often best just to nod along. Arguments never led anywhere, and

this continue. Even if they're married, I'll find a way to make them separate. A woman with a reputation like hers doesn't deserve to be with

mother couldn't help but ask, "Quincy, why

we sit at home, so I can give her food," he said, as if it were the most normal thing

but the tension at the table was palpable. Lydia, sensing the

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her cold gaze on Lydia. "Lydia, is it? There's something I think we need