BACK IN JULIAN'S VILLA
Things looked messy as the house had not been cleaned for days. Julian sat on the floor as he smoked his cigeratte packs one by one. The result came out and it turns out that ot was his best friend who stole the money. Directing it to his wife to have enough time to escape. He felt tortured. Each time he closed his eyes, Iris's pained expression haunted him..the house was completely empty and desolate without her here. He was used to her presence. Even though she was just cleaning. He didn't know when or how but he realised that he had fallen so deep for her and he regretted ot so much.
This was the scene Iris saw when she walked into the house. She had put in a lot of effort to convince her mother in law to allow her come pack her things. She was so touched that they loved and cared about her .
Julian what are you doing to yourself?? She said as she quickly opened the windows while coughing. She looked at the amount of cigeratte butts and felt dizzy. Does he want to doe??
"Iris?" Julian soad with a hoarse voice which made iris trembled. She had not forgotten what he did to her
"Iris you came"
"I came to pack my things"
"No! Don't go I'm begging you"
"..." This was not the reaction she expected him to make when she came to pack her things.
"Iris I'm begging you to stay. I promise I won't do anything out of permission so please stay okay??"
"I...can't" she said out of hesitation.
"I can't come Im sorry I don't think I can trust you again."
"One week. If I do anything stupid the call my parents on me."
"I...." She didn't know how to refuse him so she agreed in the end
"Thank you"
"Go have a banth you stink"
"Right away"
He knew that she still had the trauma of what he did to her so he wanted to stay away from her until she could trust him again.
With iris appearance, the dull house brightened again...