Chapter 819: It Is My Own Fault That I Can’t Make You Like , I Don’t Bla You.
“Are you still angry then?” Gu ngng pursed her lips with a “I will cry if you don’t tell what I want to hear” look.
Faced with Gu ngng, Elvis would always be the one to surrender first.
Sighing in exasperation, Elvis forced a smile. But the corners of his lips betrayed a bitterness as he said in a low voice, “I am not angry.”
Gu ngng felt a tug at her heartstrings. Elvis had clearly said he wasn’t angry, but why did she feel that she preferred him to just throw a tantrum and berate her?
Only then did Gu ngng realize she might have been spoiled by Elvis and Lea, so much so that she now had the tendency to hanker after punishnt?
Letting go of Elvis’ arm, Gu ngng threw herself into his embrace and wound her arms tightly around his waist. She burrowed her chin into the spot over his heart and looked up at him with teary eyes. Her long lashes fluttered piteously. Without even the need to say a single word, Elvis had already shed his hard shell and surrendered completely to her.
Using his clean hand to stroke Gu ngng’s little head, he hesitated before finally kissing her brow. “It is my own fault that I can’t make you like . I don’t bla you.”
Gu ngng was taken aback. She asked in a muffled tone, “Who said I don’t like you? You are my hubby. How can I not like you? Did you forget? I told you before that I love you.”
Elvis chuckled. “You are still willing to lie to , at least this proves you still care about , right?”
“I am not lying.” Gu ngng was rather anxious. Why was he suddenly saying that she didn’t love him?
Elvis just smiled, his eyes as deep as the abyss.
Gu ngng went on tiptoe, barely reaching Elvis’ chin. She kissed it and said intimately, “Hubby, what happened? You are making anxious with your behavior. I feel as if you are going to abandon ...”
Elvis tucked that hand which was touched by Natalie behind him, and used the other hand to circle Gu ngng’s waist, afraid that she would make a false move in her current panic. His action was completely subconscious and he didn’t even realize he had done so. As despondent and upset as he was, he still held the instinctive urge to protect her.
Elvis usually drew her into his arms the mont he saw her. Still keeping one hand behind his back even though she had thrown herself into his embrace—this was sothing that had never happened before.
Gu ngng pouted and stepped back. She glared at Elvis with red-rimd eyes. “If you are upset because of your childhood mories, I can coax you and keep you company. I can do all of that. But if you really wish to abandon ... ... ...”
“Silly girl, why would I abandon you?” Elvis’ heart ached as he saw that she was really going to cry.
“Then why are you not hugging ?” Gu ngng asked stubbornly.
Elvis drew out the hand behind his back. With a mild expression, he said, “Dirty.”
Gu ngng was dumbstruck. She stared at Elvis’ long and well-defined hand, before looking up in confusion. “It’s clearly clean, how is it dirty?”
“It was touched by soone else, how could it not be dirty?” Elvis looked directly at Gu ngng, his eyes held traces of hurt and disappointnt.
“Or do you only care if Lea is clean? While for ... it doesn’t matter?”
The clear, blue eyes held a desperate wish, as if saying “Please, lie to once more. Deny it, quickly deny it!”
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