Under the apartment manager uncle's suggestive gaze, Dolores and Janice moved into their new home.
Ronan moved in with them as well.
To take care of the mother and daughter, Ronan simply switched to a larger apartment.
The apartment was on the fourth floor of the building. It had three rooms and two bathrooms, and a corridor separated it from the neighboring units. Not only was it spacious enough, but it also offered better privacy.
Naturally, the rent was quite a bit higher, though it was still a little cheaper than the two previous apartments combined.
Dolores had not wanted Ronan to spend so much, but Ronan was willing to pay the extra himself.
After moving into the spacious new home, no longer having to worry about rent, Dolores seemed several years younger without that pressure. The smile on her face was especially beautiful and captivating.
For Ronan, however, the extra rent was absolutely worth every penny.
Now, every morning when Ronan got up, Dolores had already prepared steaming milk, fried eggs, and sandwiches.
After eating and drinking his fill, he rode his bicycle to the Police Academy for class, then headed to the small villa in the Old Port District at noon to study and practice alchemy in depth.
At sunset, Ronan rode back to the apartment just in time for a piping-hot, lavish dinner.
Most importantly, Dolores kept the home spotless. He no longer needed to find someone else to wash the clothes he changed out of; she washed every piece, dried them, and even ironed them smooth.
Little Black was fed until it was full every day, so Ronan did not have to worry about it in the slightest.
It had to be said, having a capable woman running the household truly made life worlds apart.
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