Chapter 194

"You sound like you'd rather do something else," Nicole quipped. Marisol sighed, "There's a concept called rest Mom. You know, resting after such an intense session?" Nicole raised a brow at that, "But you arranged your schedule yourself. And I seem to remember you brushing me off when I complained about how tight and unflexible it was." Marisol purses her lips at that before nodding reluctantly, "You have a point there." "Is everything alright, sweetheart? You seemed upset earlier." Nicole asked in a heartbeat, jumping at the slight opening in worry. Marisol hesitated, her gaze momentarily darting elsewhere. "It's nothing, Mom. Just pack matters and responsibilities." Nicole stays silent for the next few moments as she studies her daughter, recognizing the familiar deflection. She was her mother's daughter after all. Marisol had inherited not only her physical traits but also a knack for shielding her emotions. That trait had served her well a few years back, but it had also been toxi