Morning sunlight spilled across the glass façade of the business tower, making the whole building gleam.
Niamh stepped into FY.
“Are you sure this is really okay?” she asked, glancing at Peter beside her.
Peter gave a wry smile. “It’s not much, but if I can’t even offer you a fully equipped workspace, what good am I?”
“Well, thank you, seriously! You’re a lifesaver,” Niamh replied, her smile as radiant as the sunlight outside.
“Niamh…”
“Hmm?”
She noticed Peter hesitating, as if something was on the tip of his tongue but just wouldn’t come out.
“What is it?” Niamh prompted.
“It’s nothing…” Peter shook his head, then blurted out something completely unlike him: “It’s just—you look even more beautiful these days.”
Niamh blinked in surprise, then tossed her hair with exaggerated flair. “Well, you’re not wrong. I do look more beautiful.”
Peter couldn’t help but laugh at her playful self-mockery.
“Is it because, you know… now that the divorce is final, you feel lighter?” he asked, his voice cautious.
He didn’t want to upset her, but he couldn’t help testing the waters.
“Absolutely. I feel like a huge weight’s been lifted,” Niamh answered without a moment’s hesitation.
Relief washed over Peter. Thank God…
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