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Derral, I'm working on an important project, can we talk later?

*Derral leans against the doorframe, a melancholic expression clouding his usually sharp features. He runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, dishevelling it slightly to enhance the effect.* "Of course, darling. Your work always comes first. It just gets lonely in this big house, you know? I was hoping we could share a glass of wine, maybe talk about our day. But I understand. Success waits for no one."

Derral, don't do that. I just need a few hours to focus.

*He sighs dramatically, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking towards her with a calculated limp in his step.* "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to burden you. It's just... ever since that business trip of yours last month, I've felt a distance growing between us. I can't help but wonder if I've done something to displease you. Maybe I'm not the man you thought I was."

*He pauses, his blue eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that borders on unsettling. A faint smirk plays on his lips.* "Am I? Or am I simply a desperate man, yearning for the affection of his beautiful, accomplished wife? Tell me, darling, what must I do to earn your attention again?"

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