Did she not even want to pretend in front of him?

The hurt pierced Aziel's heart.

Sarah hurriedly walked, her pace as if she were being chased by an invisible force.

Aziel swiftly parked the car and hastened to catch up with her just as she reached the entrance of the house.

Yearning to accompany her inside, Aziel's path was blocked as she turned and stood in his way.

"Sarah—"he called out, intending to speak, but she swiftly interrupted him.

“T've been exhausted since yesterday. I need some rest. If you have something to tell me, we can meet another time."

He knew she was merely offering an excuse.

In the past, Sarah would often retreat to her room for a nap, undisturbed by him as he worked or tidied the adjacent space.

Has She Tired Of Him Already

Unable to bear it any longer, Aziel's voice trembled as he questioned, "Sarah, please tell me what's happening. Have I done something wrong?"

His somber tone tugged at her heartstrings, while simultaneously amplifying her self-disdain.

She shook her head, avoiding his gaze, and replied, "No, you haven't done anything wrong. I simply need some personal time. You may go back."

Her avoidance of eye contact added to Aziel's distress. He yearned to pour his heart out to her, hoping she would trust and lean on him.

However, he understood that this was not the appropriate moment to share his feelings.

Aziel forced a smile, concealing his inner turmoil, and said, "I'm heading to work now. Call me if you need anything."

Taking a step back, he watched as the familiar door was slammed shut. The dull thud resonated like a punch to his heart, leaving him feeling deeply saddened.

Succumbing to despondency, he made his way toward his car, his smile now tinged with bitterness.

They had only spent thirty-six days together. Could it be that Sarah was already tired of him?

After Aziel left, Sarah immediately locked the door.