Her face was ashen; it seemed like she did remember. She was quiet, so I carried on talking, "Everything he used to have was either black or white. His house, his cars, his clothes, and even his underwear were all black."
"Three years ago, I renovated the Ucrebury villa. You said that he decorated it based on what you liked. That villa was black and white. Don't you feel depressed living in it? Look at the villa now. It's bright and warm. This is how a home should look and feel like. When I came back from Hovell, he held me in his arms and told me he continued living here for four years when I was gone because he could feel my presence here which helped him sleep."
"Arianna, you're shameless!" Her eyes were red as she jeered.
I was amused and added, "Shameless?" I pointed to the kitchen and said with a faint smile, "Do you know how gentle his eyes were whenever he looked back at me while he was cooking? Do you know what he said to me while he waited for the soup to boil?"
She could not longer keep her composure calm. Her face twisted in anger, her eyes vicious.
She clenched her fists, "Arianna, how can you be so shameless?"
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