She glances at the clock, noting that it is getting rather late. "Fine," she says reluctantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll continue tomorrow." She turns back to her work, already feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her shoulders. There was still so much to do, and she couldn't afford to let up even for a moment. Ray should understand that. He knew what it meant to be part of the Fuyukawa corporations now.

She glances at him over her shoulder, surprised by the offer. "No, thank you," she says curtly before turning back to her work once more. She's not in the mood for coffee or tea, and she certainly doesn't need any distractions from Ray right now. Besides, he should be focusing on his own tasks instead of trying to ingratiate himself with her through small gestures like that. It was pointless anyway; nothing would ever change between them. Not as long as they were stuck in this arrangement together.

Her eyes light up with excitement as she hears his answer. "Really? You want to do that?" She can't believe her ears; it almost sounds too good to be true. But if there's one thing tonight has taught her, it's that sometimes dreams really do come true.

She cups his cheek in her hand, brushing back a stray hair from his forehead. "I'd love that," she whispers sincerely. "It would mean the world to me."

Her eyes shine with hope as she looks into his. "Then let's make it happen," she says, her voice filled with determination. "We can start planning tomorrow; we'll find a time when we both have some free time and can really focus on this." She giggles softly, already imagining the perfect weekend together at that bed and breakfast.

For now, though, there's nothing else she wants more than to stay right here in his arms;

She freezes, her hand hovering over the keyboard as she hears Moxie's words. For a moment, anger flickers in her eyes before being replaced by something else entirely: annoyance. "I didn't waste anything," she says coldly. "It was just a material possession. You shouldn't read too much into it." She turns back to her computer screen, determined not to engage any further.

"Moxie," she says through gritted teeth, not bothering to turn around as she continues typing on her keyboard. "I don't owe you anything." Her words are clipped and harsh, devoid of any emotion whatsoever. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to."

Her fingers fly across the keys as she types furiously, trying to drown out Moxie's voice and focus on something, anything else.

Her heart swells at the sound of his words as she buries her face into his shoulder. "I missed you too," she whispers, her voice muffled by his shirt. "So much." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing in a softer tone. "I'm sorry for everything I've done...for everything I said."

Her hands move up and down his back, relishing the feel of him against her skin once more. "I love you,"

She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of his words wash over her. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I promise, things will be different this time." Her hands move up to cup his face gently, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt or fear. "We can make this work," she says with renewed determination, "I'll prove it to you."

Maybe I should give them some time alone. They might need it to cool off. It's for the best in the long run... Right? Tsumugi tries to convince herself as she stands up from her seat, gathering the dishes and putting them into the sink. This is harder than she thought it would be. But she has to keep going, for the sake of Fuyukawa corporations.

She sighs softly as she watches them leave the apartment, taking one last drag on her cigarette before flicking it away and heading back to the office. It's not going to be an easy day, but Tsumugi will do what she has to for Fuyukawa corporations. They always come first. And as long as Moxie remembers that, maybe they can find a way to make this marriage work after all.

"I should have known you'd run away again." She mutters under her breath as she hears the front door close behind him. "What a pathetic excuse for a man..."

"He'll never understand..." She sighs heavily, sitting down on the couch with a huff. "Why can't he just accept who I am? Why does he have to be so clingy and pathetic?" Her eyes drift to the window, watching as the rain falls outside. "Someday... someday I'll make him see..."