SIXTY

DEVON

Sunlight streamed onto my face, rousing me from sleep. I rubbed my eyes and glanced ahead, finding Karen peacefully sleeping beside me. Watching her for a moment, I gently adjusted her head on the pillow and slipped out of bed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. After getting ready, I returned to find Karen sitting up, her head resting against the headboard, looking at me with a bright smile.

“Good morning,” she greeted cheerfully.

“Morning,” I replied her in a cold tone,

Karen’s POV:

I woke up when Devon was adjusting my pillow. Sitting up, I greeted him with a warm smile, hoping to brighten his mood. But as usual, he remained cold Despite the warm morning, he responded in a cold and distant manner.

After he left for the bathroom, I got ready, opting for a pink top and blue denim jeans. Devon was already dressed in a brown three-piece suit when I returned.