I stared at the message momentarily, set his chat to "Do Not Disturb," and replied with a simple "Oh."
I watched his face darken suddenly, but I didn't care. I snatched back my diary and glared at Hannah.
"There are no cameras now, so nobody likes a loudmouth like you."
Hannah turned to Simon with a pitiful look. "Simon."
As Simon was about to say something, I put on my headphones, cutting him off.
Wendy had already arrived in Switzerland, so I sent her the hotel location arranged by the production team.
Not long after, there was a knock at my door.
I rushed to the door without even putting on my shoes.
As I opened the door, my smile faltered. "What are you doing here?"
Standing there was Simon.
Instead of answering my question, he frowned deeply and asked, "Who were you expecting? Are you unhappy to see me?"
Recently, Simon had been acting strangely—almost unrecognizably so.
When we used to film at the same hotel, he never came looking for me and didn't allow me to seek him out either.
"Work comes first. We're married, but does it matter if we stay together or not?"
But now, he was asking me things like.
"Why didn't you come see me today? Do you even remember we're married?"