"It'll be tough for Roger if he wants to pursue her."
"I suppose so..."
Samantha picked up an apple nearby, taking a casual bite as a hint of disappointment touched her voice. "Poor guy."
She knew a bit about Stella's past.
Abandoned in the countryside by her parents at a young age, she had endured endless torment.
If it hadn't been for Lottie staying by her side, she probably would have died a long time ago.
A childhood like that left her completely devoid of a sense of security.
Getting close to her definitely wouldn't be easy.
Upstairs.
Roger stepped out of the shower and immediately spotted Anthony standing on his bedroom balcony, casually holding a glass of light red wine.
"Why are you up here?"
Roger walked over, grabbed another wine glass, clinked it against Anthony's, and downed the drink in one go.
"Did you take a cold shower?"
Feeling the icy chill radiating off him, Anthony frowned deeply.
"No."
Roger denied it with a perfectly straight face.
"Ha," Anthony chuckled softly. He swirled the wine in his glass, his tone lazy. "You think I don't know what taking a cold shower looks like?"
"You're quite experienced."
Roger smirked, shifting his gaze out the window. His eyes looked distant, his mood visibly subdued.
"The sympathy card. Men are born knowing how to play it."

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