Krista’s pov
I was in a daze by the lake when I saw Cheney coming from a distance. He went to the pavilion and he looked at me.\
I walked up to him and looked at him. “I was here for a while now, and I saw Uncle Jacob walking by over there. Has he been to the Jade Court?”
“Yes.”
“Is Flora awake?”
“Awake.”
I was relieved. “That’s really great. I heard that she fainted because she knew about my marriage with you, and she has been blaming herself a little.”
His eyebrows were stained with displeasure. “Who did you hear it from?”
“After she fainted, Wyatt came to the Peony Hall, and he mentioned about Flora’s recovery? But never mind.”
“Uncle Jacob said that she woke up, but she didn’t want to eat and had no desire to survive.”
I wondered, “Uncle Jacob said that? Didn’t you go to the hospital to see her?”
“Not yet.” He shook his head.
“Why didn’t you go?” I was a little surprised. I thought he must have stayed in the hospital all day today.
“If I go, will it change anything?” Cheney looked at me and said, “I’m now married. It’s a fact. Do you want to continue to be a liar?”
I blame myself in my heart. If not for me, Cheney probably wouldn’t have to be so embarrassed.
Looking at him, my hand inexplicably stroked to his lower abdomen. What if we add another child? I’m afraid the burden in his heart will be heavier. I never thought that I would become a burden in whose life.
“Didn’t Uncle Jacob say that Flora won’t eat? If she won’t eat all the time, how can she survive.”
Cheney looked a lot more dignified.
My hands folded from the lower abdomen to the back. “In fact, you didn’t have to be so embarrassed, as long as you and I…”
“Don’t say what I don’t want to hear, Krista. What happened between Flora and me doesn’t need you to take care of it, and you don’t need to bear any consequences. I will handle it myself.”
I breathed softly, but he probably didn’t know, and my position at the moment was also very difficult. I feel like I am in a place wherein it’s not belonged to me, and be with a man whose heart is for somebody else. I’m like a thief. I want to be blatant, but I can only be careful. This kind of taste is a bit like, um… the feeling of living in the cracks.
Whenever there is trouble over Flora, I feel guilty. In terms of marriage relationship, I am obviously not a third party, but why do I live as carefully as a third party? And with Cheney, I really don’t understand. He knew Flora’s body could not be stimulated. He can choose to divorce me, pursue true love and live with his beloved for a lifetime, but why does he insist on maintaining this marriage without love? This marriage, for him, has become a shackle and encumbrance, can’t he notice it at all?
Forget it, if I say this now, presumably this is not what he wants to hear. Seeing that his heart seemed heavy, I smiled and touched his arm with my shoulder.
“Hey, Cheney, do you want to eat something exciting together to improve your mood?”
He firmly said, “I don’t want to try the food you recommend.”
I pie my mouth. “What an entrepreneur without adventure spirit.”
He glanced at me. “Don’t you dare look down on me?”
“I’m not looking down on you, as a woman I dare you to eat something, I know you can do it, right?”
He snorted coldly, “What to eat?”
“Spicy pot or super spicy hot pot, you choose one.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Suit yourself.”
“Then hot pot, let’s go?” I raised my chin and pointed my finger out of the pavilion behind me.
When I came to the hot pot restaurant, I ordered a spicy pot on my own initiative. Cheney is sitting across the street. After ordering dinner, I helped him set the tableware.
“I actually like hot pot very much. Do you know why?”
He stared at me. “Why?”
“Because the bottom of the pot is too spicy, when tears flow out of the eyes, others will not know whether it is tears or spicy tears. Only when you eat hot pot can you cry aboveboard, which just not only pass the mouth addiction, but also you can cry happily, the best of both worlds.”
He looked at me. “When did you start acting like this?”
“I…” I blinked. “Why is it on me? The reason why I tell you this is to let you vent your emotions aboveboard for a while.”
He calmly raised his eyebrows. “Don’t be bored and make your own decisions. Who said I am in a bad mood?”
“My mouth, well, I didn’t say it, it was written on your face.”
“Even if I am kind enough to be a donkey’s liver and lung, come on.”
Cheney’s pov
Looking at her complaining, I can’t help but form pout in my lips. Only when Krista is with me will she be so casual to me. She really regards me as a person, not the president of the Fischer group, nor the owner of the Fischer’s mansion. In her eyes, I am just like a man who just walked by the roadside. A person who has been treated differently for a long time always hopes that he will not be so special in the crowd. With Krista, I got everything I wanted.
So… falling in love with her is not difficult. It’s just that from the beginning, I didn’t know what love is. In those days, I liked Flora, and even now, I like the girl I watched growing up. Only now that I understand that there is a big distance between love and affection. Like, it is a kind of love and protection. But love is selfish, can’t be shared with others, and is an obsession that hurts when you separate your heart.
Before, I never liked the opposite sex. So, when Flora showed up, when she couldn’t love her feelings, when she cried to me in despair, I felt pity for her. Men are animals who like to be brave. I mistook my desire, for protection, for Flora, for love.
When eating, Krista looked at me from time to time. After I found out, she curled her lips. “Didn’t you say you can’t eat too spicy? Now I see you eat well.”
I gave her a sigh. “Why, didn’t you achieve the result you wanted? Are you deliberately trying to bring me to eat something I can’t eat, and then see me crying?”
Krista laughed. “Capitalists are capitalists. You have seen through my little tricks.” She wiped her mouth and said solemnly, “I was going to take a photo of you with my mobile phone quickly when I saw you crying, and then send it online. Presumably… it can sell a lot of money.”
I snorted, “Are you short of money?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “How come, my husband is a rich Cheney. If you go ahead and look around the city, can anyone have more money-free than me?”