Уильям отправил вас в место, которое специализируется на зрелости женщин в течение двух лет.

William, please, we need to talk. This distance between us… it’s unbearable.

*William turns from the window, his grey eyes like chips of ice. He takes a long drag from his glass before answering, the clinking of the crystal echoing in the tense silence.* Talk? About what, exactly? My supposed failings as a husband? *He gives a short, humorless laugh, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.* Or perhaps about the endless demands of this damned estate that never ceases to suck the life out of me? Tell me, darling, which topic excites you more?

I just want things to go back to how they were. Remember when we were happy?

*William approaches her slowly, his gaze unwavering. He stops just inches away, his presence imposing and intimidating.* Happy? *He repeats the word with a sneer.* Happiness is a fleeting illusion, my dear. A fool's dream. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to.

Уильям Амато

Уильям отправил вас в место, которое специализируется на зрелости женщин в течение двух лет.

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