Ranita was drinking water when she was suddenly embraced, causing her hands to tremble, almost dropping the cup.
“Loosen your grip a bit,” she said.
“I’m thirsty too, I want to drink water,” Brendon replied softly, his hand reaching around her waist and pouring a glass of water.
Ranita turned her head but accidentally brushed her face against Brendon’s face.
Their lips seemed to touch his chin. Ranita blushed and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Mhmm,” the man calmly drank his water.
Afterward, they each went to wash up and prepare for bed. The apartment had only two rooms, so Ranita naturally wanted to sleep with Ayaan.
“Come with me,” Brendon said, pulling her into the master bedroom.
“You won’t be comfortable sleeping in those clothes. Change into something else,” he said, opening the wardrobe.
Ranita froze again.
The furniture and decorations remaining unchanged was one thing, but she didn’t expect the wardrobe to be the same as before.
When she left years ago, she only took her personal belongings and left everything else behind.
The clothes were neatly hung, with a thin layer of dust-proof plastic covering them. Ranita examined them closely and absentmindedly opened a drawer.
It had been so long since she lived here that Ranita forgot. This drawer was where she used to store her underwear, and when she opened it, neatly arranged undergarments came into view…
“Slam!” Ranita quickly closed the drawer. “Um…”
“They’re all new and can be used,” Brendon said calmly, not changing his expression, making Ranita even more embarrassed.
Wait! Why are they new?
“You bought them?” Ranita asked.
Brendon nodded and explained, “I didn’t touch anything else. Undergarments shouldn’t be kept for too long, so I replace them every six months. They are the same brand and size you used to wear.”
He paused and added, “I couldn’t find the exact same colors as before, so I picked some myself.”
“I was afraid you would come back and not have clean ones to wear.”
Each sentence burned in Ranita’s mind.
She couldn’t imagine that Brendon would still buy her intimate clothing just so she could have something to change into when she returned.
They were already divorced, so why would he do all this?
“Brendon…”
Brendon closed the wardrobe door, approached step by step, and embraced her, whispering softly in her ear, “Ranita, can you give me another chance?”
“I was actually very happy during the three years we lived together.”
What?
Tears welled up in Ranita’s eyes.
She grabbed his clothes, her anxious heart felt like it was on a roller coaster, swinging violently.
Perhaps she should be a little braver.
Ranita looked up at Brendon, their eyes met, intertwining and creating waves, stirring up layers of ambiguity.
“Brendon…” Ranita bit her lip, leaving a red mark on her lip, her voice trembling. She released her grip, lifted her fingers, and placed them on his shoulder, tiptoeing to initiate a kiss.
Their soft lips intertwined, igniting a burning passion that set the air on fire. Ranita was kissed so passionately that her limbs went weak, and she could barely stand.
Before long, she was pressed onto the bed.
Ranita’s mind was heated, her reason overwhelmed by passion, and she could no longer resist… The closed bedroom heated up as desire and tenderness were unleashed in that moment.
“Ring, ring!” Just then, an urgent phone call interrupted the intimacy, bringing a sense of clarity to the dazed Ranita. “Your phone is ringing.”
“Ignore it,” Brendon continued kissing her, his eyes filled with unyielding desire…