Emotionally, Debra didn't want Marion to hide anything from her.
But she wasn't stupid. What Andrew had said earlier was practically a hint.
Marion tightened his grip on her hand and murmured, "I love you."
Those words came out of his mouth less smoothly than usual.
He gently brushed Debra's head and added, "Don't overthink it. Just give me some time, okay?"
There was an almost pleading tone in his voice. It was something Debra had never heard from him before.
He was definitely hiding something, and it was serious.
Debra caught those two pieces of information.
"Did you cheat on me?"
"Absolutely not."
"Am I not your first woman?"
"You're the only woman I've ever had."
"Have you done anything against your principles?"
"No."
Marion's answers were surprisingly quick, almost anxious.
Debra smiled in relief, "Then I'm not worried."
Marion seemed taken aback.
"Let it be. One day, she'll know."
"What if she couldn't accept it?"
"See those swallows outside? They are lifelong mates. If one dies, the other will stay by the nest, living out its life alone. But if you love someone with all your heart, how could you live without them? Can you say the remaining swallow doesn't love the one who's gone? In matters of love, there's no certainty. It just manifests differently."
As the sky darkened, Liza grumbled downstairs, "Is Jordan coming back or not? Wasn't there supposed to be a welcome dinner?"
Garland had prepared fireworks and party hats, but it wasn't just Jordan who was missing. Erica and Randy hadn't returned either.
The whole house felt eerily quiet, like no one lived there.
"Should we just eat without them?" Garland suggested, starving.
It was already seven o'clock, and no one had come home. He wondered if he had made a mistake.
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