Alyssa immediately turned around and shushed him, "Hush now, don't speak. I've got this nagging feeling that Mara is up to no good. I want to see what sort of mischief she's planning this time."
Dean fell silent. Indeed, Mara was quite the troublemaker. Ever since Mara had set foot in their home, a series of unfortunate events had unfolded, even stirring up trouble in Balfour and Ivy's relationship.
He and Alyssa had been planning to visit the film set tomorrow morning to see Ivy. She was alone with her injured ankle and all. Even surrounded by her colleagues, the old couple couldn't help but worry about her.
Once Mara was certain that Dean and Alyssa's room was quiet, she turned off the main lights in the living room and tiptoed upstairs. She didn't barge straight into Balfour's room; instead, she pressed her ear against the study door for a moment. But the study was built with Balfour's need for privacy in mind, soundproofed to perfection. After standing in silence and hearing no discernible activity, she could no longer contain her excitement and pushed the door open. Holding her breath, she stepped inside only to find Balfour, who was usually so vibrant, now slumped over his desk, fast asleep.
Mara approached Balfour step by step, her excitement growing with each movement. "Balfour, are you asleep?" she called out tentatively, but there was no response from him resting on the desk.
"Balfour, if you're tired, you shouldn't sleep here; you might catch a cold. Let me help you go back to your room to sleep," she whispered as she made her way to his side.
Standing before him, she gazed at his still handsome profile, even in repose. Unable to contain her thrill any longer, she reached out her hand and gently caressed Balfour's face.
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