The Billionaire's Secret Life

Chapter 162

Morel remained standing on the veranda, the vast landscape spread out before him—the magnificent buildings of the city of Spencer that now felt empty to him. The afternoon breeze blew lightly, sweeping his hair, which fell messily across his forehead. His gaze was still blank, full of doubt as if he was searching for answers on the distant horizon. There was no other sound but the wind and the small steps of Marisa, who had just arrived and stopped beside his.

Marisa stood still for a moment, watching Morel from the side. His face was calm, but his eyes conveyed the burden he carried. Marisa knew that Morel was harbouring something that he didn't share with anyone- a heavy sense of responsibility. He had rarely spoken for the past few days, increasingly lost in his thoughts. After a few moments of silence, Marisa felt the need to open up the conversation, unable to let Morel continue to harbour his feelings.

"You're still thinking things over, aren't you?" Marisa asked softly, her voi