Aldana Candi looked into his clear, unblemished eyes, and a surge of annoyance welled up inside her. She raised her voice a little, "Enough! Get out, don't be in my sight!"
His eyes contracted slightly for a moment, and his face suddenly turned pale. He moved his lips as if wanting to say something in his defense, but in the end, he obediently put down the mop, opened the door silently, and walked out.
He even thoughtfully closed the door for her.
As soon as Philip Shaw left, Aldana Candi felt that the indescribable irritation inside her finally dissipated a little. She painfully raised her hand to support her forehead, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
To have become like this... Ha, it's truly laughable...
She hugged her legs, burying her face in them. The air was tinged with a faint coconut fragrance and the earthy smell of soil. Everything seemed so absurd, like a not-quite-real dream.
Out of nowhere, Aldana Candi felt a trace of fatigue.
