“Krista, after dinner, should we go out and have a stroll? I heard that City H Night Market has a Lantern Festival these days.”
I shook my head. “I won’t go. I’ll go out to do something later. Go back to the hotel early. You should not stroll around late at night especially since you’re a girl. Don’t stay outside for too long.”
“Where are you going? Do you need me to accompany you? Compared with the two of us, you are less safe than me, because you look good, and my face is my umbrella.”
I sipped my lips. “Can we have some confidence in ourselves?”
“In front of you, people with confidence are also turned into slags in seconds. We all say it in the office and don’t want to stand with you.”
I shook my head and didn’t answer her words again.
After dinner, I accompanied Lara downstairs, helped her get a taxi, and asked her to go back to the hotel I booked first.
I found myself in front of the hotel for a while and then went upstairs with the room card Cheney gave me.
I know, Cheney is uncompromising.
I don’t want to gamble with him.
I came to the door of the presidential suite on the top floor and knocked on the door. There was no response inside the door.
I had just put the key card on the door lock when the door opened.
Cheney has taken a bath and changed into a white nightgown.
He raised his eyebrows at me, grabbed me by the wrist, took me into his arms, and closed the door.
I struggled twice, but failed to break his bondage, so I had to look at him with complaining eyes.
He raised eyebrows, “Why look at me like this? When you appear here, you should know that I will not spare you easily.”
“Cheney, I really want to talk to you. Why do you want to be tough? The reason why you are like this is because you are unwilling. Because in this marriage, you didn’t nod your head, I became a deserter first, but I never forget. I gave you the opportunity to choose. You let me lose this marriage in the bet with Flora.”
“Krista, don’t make excuses for yourself. You can’t wait to end our marriage when your father’s revenge is over. Flora is just an excuse for you to leave the Fischer family. When you knew Flora existed, you said you wanted to divorce me, didn’t you?”
I frowned, I want a divorce him, yes, but isn’t it to take care of his feelings?
“In our marriage, there is no love, the woman you really love appears, and I give you back to her. What’s wrong?”
“Who wants you to make your own decisions?” He angrily denounced, “When did I tell you that I was going back to Flora? I have told you again and again that our marriage will never break, but you have all turned a deaf ear.”
I smiled slowly. “Yes, you didn’t divorce me because I became your woman and I became your responsibility, but Cheney, sandwiched between you and Flora, I really feel too uncomfortable. I dream every night that Flora is dead, and everyone pokes my spine and says that I killed her.”
“As I said, you don’t need to take responsibility for the problems between me and her.”
I frowned. “But the truth is, everyone who knows your relationship thinks I am wrong. Do you want me to watch Flora die because I am your wife?”
“Flora will not die.”
“Why did you leave at six o’clock that night? How come you never dared to see Flora all the days and nights she was in hospital. Do you think it is really so easy for me to leave the environment I have adapted to? But Rashad is right. I can still live without you, but Flora can’t. I really don’t understand what’s wrong with me doing this. I don’t love you, why can’t I give you to someone who loves you more? What’s wrong with me when I let you get married with your lover? ”
Cheney’s pov
Don’t love …
I stared at her with rage in my eyes.
Yes, she didn’t do anything wrong, but I was wrong.
My mistake is that I shouldn’t fall in love with this heartless woman.
For six years, I can’t forget the short months I lived with her.
I went to the restaurant with her, and I went to it again and again.
I went to the open-air cinema with her, where I could sit alone and watch movies until dawn.
I haven’t changed the bed she slept in yet.
The clothes she wore still filled my whole cloakroom.
Her toothbrush, her towel and her nightgown are still in my bathroom as they were six years ago.
Six years, for six years, it’s her to open my eyes, it’s still her to close my eyes.
I never thought that one person could create such a deep brand in another person’s heart.
I miss her so much that I thought I could not live.
However, after meeting again after six years, she just told me that she didn’t love me.
No love? So because she doesn’t love me, these past six years, how happy was she?
But, with what? Why can she be so happy when she stole my heart?
I hate it.
I put my hand on the back of her head and bit her lips hard. She snorted in pain. But I didn’t let go of her and changed the bite into a kiss.
I picked her up horizontally, walked into the inner room of the suite, threw her on the bed, leaned up, and pulled her clothes.
She reached out and held down my hand pulling her collar, and her eyes were firm. “I have a boyfriend.”
My eyebrows tightened. “Say it again.”
“I said, I have a boyfriend.”
My heart is full of jealousy and anger, and the corners of my mouth are cold and pull up a radian. “So what? Six years ago, you could sleep with me even though I had a fiance. Now, I can’t sleep with you because you have a boyfriend? Now don’t say that you have a boyfriend. Even if you have a husband, I will still sleep with you.”
She lay upright on the bed, and I kissed and felt her giving up.
Looking down, I looked at her.
She looked at me coldly. “You can do whatever you want. Anyway, I have experienced a loveless marriage. Love without soul has been done no less than a hundred times, so it is not as bad this time.”
My heart is tightening.