“No.”
He is unaware of what I am concerned about.
He didn’t have an explanation when he returned from the hospital that day. I’m hoping he’ll tell me really that he went to the hospital to accompany Kathy Clark, and I don’t want him to play at me with the excuse of busy.
Although I am not qualified to request these, my heart will be relieved.
Ryan Campbell’s pov
I could tell something was on her mind, , but she refused to say anything.
I took her back because I was scared she would develop a cold from the increasing wind at night.
I had wanted to play the piano and talk with her in the evening, but she was still the same, unwilling to get along with him alone, and went straight upstairs, claiming to be exhausted.
Irene’s pov
I’m not sure how to deal with Ryan Campbell alone in the living room.
She took the key and opened the door after some thought.
I didn’t sleep since I was lying in bed fiddling with my phone.
“What exactly are you doing in here?” I stood up from the bed and glared at him with contempt.
Ryan Campbell did not turn on the light, and the door shut once more.
He walked up to the bed, sat down, and asked me bluntly, “Why are you avoiding me?”
“Why should I avoid you?” I asked, taking a step back.
I leaned in, rejecting it but clearly avoiding him with my movements.
Ryan Campbell sat near the bed, silently staring at me.
“You go out, I’m going to sleep,” I said, turning my head and stretching out my hand.
He grasped my wrist, then stuck it up, hugged me from behind, and rested his chin on my shoulder. “You’re mad with me,” he stated emphatically.
I took his hand away and tilted my head to avoid him “Why should I be mad at you? You let me go!”
Ryan Campbell, on the other hand, tightened his grip and held to me.
A flash of heat hit his lower abdomen just from holding me like this.
“Ryan Campbell!” I yelled at him, but I didn’t have the strength to break free from his grip, so I just spoke louder.
“Irene.” His quiet voice whispered my name, which was especially enchanted on this night.
However, he only called my name, and there were no more words after that, so he left me in awe.
Tired of struggling, I simply hung on to him.
Did you have a bad experience? Because I’ve been ignoring him lately?
This concept strikes me as ludicrous. How may my words and actions influence his mood? And I’ve been like this for several days. He was OK a few days ago, as if nothing had happened. He won’t be like this because of me.
Maybe it’s because things aren’t going well at work, or maybe it’s because of Kathy Clark’s problems.
“Call me hubby.” He abruptly demanded in my ear.
“Ryan Campbell, are you drunk after having a glass of red wine at night?” I asked, screwing up my brows.
“I’m not inebriated.”
“Then what’s the matter with you?”
“How come you’re avoiding me?”
“I told you I didn’t!”
He released my grip and hissed, “No? You figure out how many hours we’ve spent together these days!”
When I listen to it, I feel wronged. Is he bored of questioning me like this? It’s ludicrous.
“You are preoccupied with your work, and I am raising my child; do you have to rely on others to supply your needs? When was the last time you were concerned about other people’s feelings? I have to be in front of you if you want to see me. I will wait for you at home if I do not want to see you.”
Ryan Campbell let me go fully after hearing the rage and sarcasm in my tone and having an epiphany in his heart.
He believed that his arrangement was for her benefit, and he specified what she should consume three times a day. But, in her opinion, his actions neglected her feelings?
He thought his love was inflicting anguish on her.
“Does it hurt to be with me?” For a long time, the room remained silence, and he asked quietly.
I looked away from him and gave a stuffy “huh,” which made my heart hurt.
When I heard him go and the door closed, my tears began to flow. I told myself that I couldn’t cry, but I couldn’t control my feelings, and my heart was breaking.
I’m not sure how I fell asleep. It was nine o’clock in the morning when I awoke from my nightmare.
Ryan Campbell put his arm around Kathy Clark and booted me out of the house with foul language in my dream.
This dream, I believe, will come true one day.
POV of Irene Nadine
At this point, Ryan Campbell will not be at home. I expected him to leave me alone after our dispute last night, but he left me breakfast in the microwave with a note that read, “Take good care of yourself while I’m on a business trip abroad.”
He didn’t commit to prepare three meals a day or tell me how many days he would be on a business trip . However, this note is merely a routine reminder to me.
That’s completely OK. Aren’t those things I’m wishing for? Never intervene in each other’s affairs while we’re still dating. That’s what we agreed?
When I ate my breakfast, I was a little at loss. When I woke up, I took care of the room’s flowers and plants, but I didn’t go out to photograph in the afternoon. I shopped alone.
There hasn’t been a phone call in a whole day. Before, he would always call to remind me on each of my three daily meals.
I spent the whole day in a mess. It was in the wee hours of the morning when I watched television. Wrapped in a quilt, I nodded off on the couch.