Host: "Welcome, everyone, to M and S. I'm Magern Teamoral, your host for today. Without keeping you waiting any longer, let's meet our two guests."

Host: "Could both of you introduce yourselves a little?"

Lorena: "I'm Lorena Schuett, 30 years old."

Natsha: "I'm Natsha Taechamongkalapiwat, 28."

Host: "Alright, let me ask about your relationship. How do you each define what the other person is to you right now?"

Lorena: "The person who sleeps with me, eats with me, and goes to work with me."

Natsha: "The person whose name is on the marriage certificate with mine."

Host: "..."

Host: "Hahahaha. Those definitions are truly something. How long have you two been married?"

Lorena: "Two years."

Natsha: *Nods*

Host: "How do you feel about each other now compared to before marriage? Any differences?"

Lorena: "Basically... it can't be compared."

Host: "It changed that much?"

Natsha: "The first time I met her was on the wedding aisle. That's why we can't compare. We didn't know each other at all beforehand."

Lorena: "It was a marriage of convenience."

Host: "..."

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Natsha straightened her back, her eyes slightly distant. The church bells rang. The doors of the aisle swung open, revealing a graceful figure in a white gown that hugged her form perfectly, effortlessly.

Their eyes met. Two shades of indifference touched, blending into one another. There was no surprise of a first encounter, nor any moment of dazzled admiration at each other's beauty.

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Host: "Let's talk a bit about your preferences. Between tea and coffee, which would you choose?"

Lorena: "Both."

Natsha: "Water."

Both of them lifted the two paper cups in front of them at the same time. They each took a sip.
Without even raising an eyebrow, they exchanged cups. Lorena took Natsha's cup, and Natsha took hers. They drank again, one sip after another. Only then did the two faint nods appear.

Host: "May I ask why the two of you switched cups?"

Lorena: "Mine was water. Hers was coffee."

Host: "You two seem surprisingly affectionate!"

Lorena: "Oh, really?"

Natsha: *Shrugs*

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Lorena slipped at the edge of the staircase. She didn't fall onto the cold floor but onto a warm body.

Natsha had caught her in time, becoming a cushion for her back.

"The step popped loose." Lorena said, her eyes drifting up toward the large chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Natsha pulled out her phone.

"Mr. Charles, call someone to fix the stair step."

The old butler, who stood only a few steps away, lifted his phone.

"Yes, miss!"

She hung up shortly after. Lorena was still lying on her chest. The two of them simply stayed there, staring up at the chandelier.

The elderly butler, along with all the household staff, looked at the two women and couldn't help but wonder.

Their marriage of convenience was meant to be a strategic support for both families. If their married life was detached, strained, or even involved "outside entanglements", it would have been nothing unusual.

But somehow, their two mistresses followed none of those paths. Passionate affection? Nowhere to be found. Raising their voices at each other? Never. Detached, aloof? Sometimes, sometimes not. Quiet concern? Always in excess.

No matter how they observed, they simply couldn't grasp the nature of the relationship between the two.

Detached met with detached, the entire mansion should have felt cold and hollow because of it. Yet somehow, their detachment layered upon detachment created this strange combination instead.

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Host: "Can the two of you eat chicken?"

Lorena: "No problem."

Natsha: "..."

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Natsha took her seat at the table, a steaming bowl of white rice before her. Lorena had already been eating for a while.

A peculiar looking dish on the table caught Natsha's attention. She picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth. The rich blend of soy sauce and basil washed over her senses, momentarily wiping away the odd feeling rising inside her.

"It's chicken." Lorena said casually, her gaze calm and distant as it landed on her.

The piece of meat hovering near Natsha's slightly parted lips froze mid air. She looked at Lorena, her expression flickering somewhere between nothing and something.

Lorena placed another piece of meat into Natsha's mouth, helpfully pushing her jaw closed. Natsha offered no reaction. After a moment of quiet contemplation, she resumed chewing.

The old butler and the household staff exchanged glances, shock unmistakable in their eyes.

It would've been one thing if their mistress simply hadn't known it was chicken. But knowing and still eating it?

What on earth was going on?

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Host: "Both of you are businesswomen. I assume your daily routines must be very disciplined, right?"

Lorena: "Certainly!"

Natsha: "Mm."

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The sound of skin meeting skin echoed softly. The heat filling the room didn't seem to concern either of them.

"I'm going to A**** this Sunday." Lorena said in the midst of their frenzy.

"On Monday i'm going to X****." Natsha replied between a kiss, confirming the schedule already arranged.

They truly were disciplined. Meals at the right time. Rest at the right hour. And on the designated days, they would "end up in bed".

Four days a week. Never off schedule. If something disrupted it, they would make up for it until the week's quota was fulfilled.

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Host: "Do the two of you have any plans to welcome a new family member?"

Lorena: *Glances at Natsha*

Natsha: "Done!"

Host: *Covers mouth in excitement*

Host: "Would this... would this be considered an exclusive announcement?"

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Lorena held out a small stick in front of her. Natsha took it. She looked at the two red lines clearly displayed on it, her expression unchanged.

"Clothes, should we buy them in white or grey?" She asked, reaching for the coat lying on the corner of the sofa.

"White!" The woman replied, slipping her hand through the arm Natsha had already extended.

"Food?" Natsha asked as the two strolled forward.

"Chicken." She sat in the car, waiting for Natsha to fasten her seatbelt.

Natsha gave a slight nod.

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The ultrasound sheet rested in her hand, the result now confirmed.

When they received the news, their indifferent demeanors nearly frightened the doctor. He thought they had no intention of keeping the baby and immediately began urging them against such a decision.

They didn't explain, letting him talk himself hoarse. In the end, Natsha merely replied.

"We have no such intention. Thank you!" She gave a small nod before leaving.

The door closed behind them. The doctor's face flushed red with frustration, unable to vent it anywhere. All he could do was bite into the sandwich in his hand.

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Author's note: Love can be strange in some way. No word is love, yet everything is love.