Han Jingnian’s hands clenched into fists, scowling at her with bitter irony, the look in his eyes brewing an imminent storm.
Xia Wan’an noticed Han Jingnian’s silence, considered it, and added a sentence, "...More importantly, I won’t let others know that I live in your house. I won’t let anyone know about our relation..."
Before Xia Wan’an could finish her sentence, she was pushed onto the bed by a great force.
He suddenly felt pathetic and sad, as if he had gone to such lengths just to make sure she was indeed his wife.
He didn’t ask for much, nor did he intend to lose his temper. His rush to return was only out of concern for her well-being.
He wasn’t asking much. All he wanted was for her to bravely admit to him when she was in trouble. But no, she kept sidestepping the issue, talking circles around him.
In that mont, he felt a great distance between them, so great that he felt a gradual resentnt taking root in his heart.
After a lengthy pause, the room finally quieted down.
The mont he loosened his grip, she recoiled into the sheets, curling up small, back to him, utterly motionless.
Watching her delicate silhouette, his heart felt as though pierced by sothing sharp, a pang of unequaled, bone-deep ache.
It took him a while to recover.
He rembered the last ti when she didn’t co ho, subsequently spending the night with him in a fit of anger, she seed to have cried afterwards. Would she cry this ti as well?
He wanted to reach out, to turn her around and look at her. But as he lifted his hand, he couldn’t summon the courage to follow through.
He was afraid to see her cry.
After watching her for a while with downcast eyes, he finally got up and went into the bathroom.
After showering, Han Jingnian stared at her on the bed for a while, rembering she ntioned she hadn’t eaten lunch and was about to order takeout.
He pondered for a bit, went into the dressing room, changed into so casual clothing, and left.
...
As the bedroom’s door closed, the girl in bed, her long and curled eyelashes trembling slightly, tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes.
She lay there for a little while longer, waiting until her whole body slightly recovered before she got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.
After a quick cleanse and changing several sets of clothing in the changing room, only when she was satisfied that her athletic wear could cover all her marks, then she was satisfied.
...
Forty minutes later, Han Jingnian returned ho with several takeout boxes.
He first placed the food in the dining room and then went to the bedroom, only to find it empty.
He scowled slightly, circled the house, but failed to find Xia Wan’an.
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[Indeed, when one person loves deeply and anxiously holds on too tight, and the other one has feelings but fails to realize it, conflict is inevitable. However, don’t be afraid, it won’t be too painful, it’s just a fight! Just a little jealousy flaring up! After all, a little spat can spice things up~]
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