This time, I didn’t reply to Camila right away as I usually did. Instead, I casually closed the chat window.
I walked slowly toward the outside. After only a few steps, I saw a security guard from the property management walking toward me.
It was probably because I was rarely home that the security guard didn’t recognize me and immediately stopped me.
"Which unit are you from? I don’t think I’ve seen you before."
"1506," I replied.
"That’s not right. I’m quite familiar with the residents of 1506. I often see the couple going for walks together. I know the man from that unit and it’s not you."
Seeing my startled expression, the security guard gave me a once-over before grabbing my arm before I could react.
"The lady of 1506 is home today. Come on, let’s go ask her what’s going on."
The moment I processed his words, I immediately caught the doubt in his tone. Suppressing the emotions surging inside me, I forced myself to keep my voice steady.
"I’m not a thief!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the door to the apartment swung open from the inside. Camila stepped out, looking slightly anxious.
The moment she saw me, she froze for a second. Then, as if snapping back to reality, her face filled with shock.
"Honey, you’re back? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?"
Hearing this, the security guard hesitated, his expression conflicted.
"He’s your husband? But I clearly saw..."
Before the security guard could finish his sentence, Camila interrupted him directly.
"Mr. White, I have something urgent to deal with, so I’ll talk to you later."
As she spoke, she quickly stepped forward, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the apartment.
Before I could say a word, Camila spoke first.
"Honey, something urgent came up at the company and I need to take care of it. Be good and wait for me at home. We’ll celebrate our third anniversary together when I’m back."
With that, she turned and headed for the door again.
Just as she was about to step out, she suddenly paused as if remembering something. Turning back to look at me, she spoke in a gentle tone.
"Honey, there’s some warm food in the kitchen. Eat something first."
I looked at the woman in front of me, her face full of tenderness and couldn’t help but ask,
"What urgent matter at the company requires you to handle it in person? Can’t you... stay at home?"