Chapter 3 A Change of Plans

Chapter 3 Yael was left speechless. Dorian asked, “Aren't you busy?” Yael nodded quickly: “Yes, very busy.” He glanced at the window that was already getting dark and couldn't help but remind him: “Boss, the work day ended a while ago, and I have an appointment with the agent to see a flat, can I go now?” Dorian glanced at the top right corner of the computer, it was after seven. I nodded slightly: “Yes.” “Thank you, boss After hurriedly thanking him, Yael picked up his things lightly and ran out. As the office door closed, Dorian finally looked up from the computer, his gaze lingering on the closed door for a moment and then moving to the darkness of the night outside. It was the time when all the lights in the houses were on, the lights of the distant neighborhoods were already shining brightly. Dorian remembered the light that was always on in his house when Amelia, who used to be drawing on the couch, arrived. When the image of Amelia crossed his mind, Dorian's expression softened, and he took his eyes off the window and looked at the computer screen, his long fingers falling on the keyboard, thinking about continuing to work. She had barely typed a letter when she stopped; The plans and reports that had once fascinated her now seemed dull. He shoved the keyboard away, stood up, ripped his suit jacket off the rack, bent down to grab his car keys from his desk, and left the office. All his excitement slowly stabilized after he got into the car. I let out a sigh and started the engine, little by little it began to drive. Outside the car window, the bustle of the city shone with life, but Dorian drove aimlessly, unwilling to return home. As his car passed through Amelia's neighborhood, Yael's phrase “Looks like Amelia is going to sell her house” unexpectedly burst into his mind. Dorian I looked involuntarily toward the entrance to the neighborhood. Amelia was just leaving and when she looked up, her gaze collided with Dorian's inside the car, she stopped for a moment. He saw her too and his gaze passed calmly over her face. Amelia forced a smile at him. Dorian looked away coldly. She felt a little uncomfortable, she laughed ironically, I looked away and was about to leave. Suddenly, Dorian called her. ";Are you going out?" His voice was still the same as always, calm and serene. Amelia looked at him surprised and nodded. “Yes, I'm going to buy some things.” Darian nodded, without saying anything else. That had been his normality for the last two years. So he didn't say anything else either, he smiled apologetically and was about to leave. But Dorian spoke again: “; Did you eat yet?" She nodded: “Yes, I just ate.” She got another nod from him, but he showed no intention of leaving. Amelia didn't know why he was there, however she didn't say anything else, nor did I ask if he had eaten, I just smiled politely before leaving. Dorian didn't say anything else, he didn't follow her, but he didn't leave either. Amelia could see her car still parked in the same place from the reflection of the glass of a store, she frowned in confusion and entered the supermarket on the corner. The bathroom light was out and she had gone to buy a light bulb to replace it. When I left the supermarket with the new light bulb, she realized that Dorian was still there. Inevitably, the two met again. Amelia and Dorian had not separated because they had become enemies, she couldn't pretend not to see him, but since they already treated each other like strangers even within the marriage, she couldn't greet him affectionately, so when their eyes met again, she He pulled her lips lightly, as if in greeting. Dorian didn't show any expression, just stared at her, calm but with an oppressive feeling, making even Amelia's breathing become cautious. When she passed Dorian's car, he opened the door and got out, following her. But Dorian didn't speak, he just followed behind her in silence, they went up to the building together. When they reached the door of her apartment, she finally couldn't help herself, she turned around doubtfully and looked at him: Do you need something? Dorian answered: “No.” Amelia didn't say anything. Dorian continued: Is there any food left at home? Amelia couldn't help but remind him, “Hey, we're already divorced.” He reproached him: Can't an old classmate come to eat something? She was speechless and hesitating, I opened the door for her. Dorian noticed the light bulb in his hand and frowned slightly: “Did the light burn out?” The girl nodded: “Yes, the bathroom lamp burned out.” Dorian extended his hand towards her: 'Give her to me.' “No need, I can do it.” Amelia didn't finish rejecting the offer when the man had already taken the spotlight from her hands. She looked up at the bathroom light, grabbed a chair from the hallway, placed it underneath and climbed into it. Since he was tall, it was enough for him to stand up. foot on the stool to reach the light with your hand. Amelia feared a short circuit and said, “I'm going to turn off the electricity first, turn on the main switch and the room was plunged into darkness.” “Amplia turned on the inside of her cell phone and illuminated it. Can you see well?” “Yes The calm, grave voice came from above while Dorian was already skillfully removing the focus. Amelia had never seen him change a light bulb, but she supposed that intelligent people had a natural gift for doing things well, and Dorian's movements were skillful and purposeful, with a kind of efficient elegance. Her gaze shifted from his hands to her face and from below, Dorian's clear profile was silhouetted against the shadow of the light, deep and serious. So she was a little stunned looking at him. Dorian quickly changed the focus and when he got out of the chair, Amelia was still staring at him. Her eyes collided without time to avoid each other and she, uncomfortable, smiled awkwardly and took a step back, putting distance between them. Dorian's gaze slowly moved from her retreating legs to her face, settling on her eyes, but he said nothing. His silence made her feel more uncomfortable. “Well, I'm going to see if the light works now.” Just as she turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist, the cell phone fell to the ground and the light exploded, filling the space. While Amelia felt a jolt in her heart, Dorian had already pulled her towards him. She looked up in alarm and his palm slid from her wrist to her back, hugging her tightly around the waist, while his other hand fell behind her head, lifting her face to his, his breath cool and close. Dorian kissed her. Amelia instinctively tried to push him away. The hands that surrounded her waist and behind her head suddenly tensed and he deepened the kiss with a strength that brooked no rejection. And she didn't want to reject him. Heavy gasps began to sound in the confined space. Dorian pressed her against the wall and kissed her with some ferocity. Amelia had rarely seen that dominant and aggressive side, with an emotion that seemed urgent to be released. She was confused, but Dorian didn't give her a chance to think, the kiss became more and more intense, and just when it seemed like they were going to lose. control, a cell phone rang and the shrill tone broke the intimacy of the moment Dorian stopped abruptly, without letting her see his face, he raised his hand to press his face against her collarbone. Amelia could clearly feel his breathing becoming more stable. Dorian released her, turned around to pick up the cell phone that was ringing again, and handed it to her. 'Thank you' Amelia thanked quietly, without looking at him, she simply took the cell phone, pressed the answer button and turned around with the phone in her hand, “Hello, who's speaking?” Dorian took one look and headed for the door switch. Amelia also glanced behind her and a female voice speaking English reached her ear: “Shall I speak to Miss Amelia?” She paid attention again: 'Yes, it's me, who is it?' Congratulations, Miss Amelia, you have been admitted to the Department of Architecture of the Federal Institute of Technology in Ziinch. She was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered, joy spread throughout her being. “Really?” The surprised tone made Dorian, who was outside, turn to look at her. Amelia felt a little embarrassed, but I managed to thank her and contain her excitement before hanging up the phone and opening her email on her cell phone. Sure enough, there was the acceptance letter. The emotion of surprise flowed through her body and Amelia wanted to release it, but when she looked up and saw that Dorian was watching her, she held back again, embarrassed. “What happened?” he asked, while turning on the light with the switch. She shook her head slightly: “Nothing, just work stuff.” “¢ Work?” Dorian frowned, he had never seen her so happy about something related to work. "You're lying to me" Discovered, Amelia hesitated for a moment, “It's about studies, they accepted me at the Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich. Dorian frowned even more: “Applying to university is not something you do overnight, how long have you been preparing?” Amelia pursed her lips. “Half a year.” Dorian's face softened: “So, were you thinking about divorce six months ago?” Amelia remained silent. Indeed, it was around this time that I began to consider the idea of ​​getting divorced, but it was also then that, with a just-for-the-sake-of-it attitude, I applied to the architecture faculty at the Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich, hoping to pick up the slack. life plans that were interrupted by her pregnancy and marriage. She had studied architectural design at university and had always had the idea of ​​perfecting herself in Switzerland, but her family did not have the resources and her parents could not support her with that, so from the first year of her studies she began to save money with secondary jobs. . During those years, she did quite well in her side businesses and had saved a decent amount of money. If it hadn't been for that night of reunion with former classmates, when she met Dorian again, she got carried away by passion and ended up pregnant, Now he would be graduating successfully. But that night I changed the course of her life, transforming her from an enthusiastic young professional passionate about life to a weak housewife, questioning her worth daily between domestic chores and the contempt of her husband's family. I didn't want to continue like this. His silence was a confirmation. Dorian turned his face coldly. "I see. Said. Wish you all the best." With that, I opened the door to leave. “Dorian.” Amelia called him instinctively. He stopped, but didn't turn “That day at your house, I heard the fight you had with your father in the study.” Amella spoke softly. “After that day, I decided to get divorced.” Donan turned sharply to look at her.