Michael’s ebony eyes were fixated on me, his gaze glinting with barely banked fury. Seeing that, I knew that he was on the verge of blowing his top.

“You’re the only one who knows whether you’re a libertine, and that has nothing to do with me.”

Hastily averting my gaze, I screwed my eyes shut after saying that and feigned sleep because I didn’t want to debate that matter with him anymore.

 

Despite my closed eyes, I could sense that Michael’s gaze remained pinned on me. Nonetheless, I didn’t dare open my eyes and could only pray that he would go to sleep quickly.

A long time passed before he finally shifted his gaze away and closed his eyes to sleep. Perhaps it was because I had angered him earlier that he slept with his back to me without touching me.

 

While a sliver of distress slithered into me, I felt that it was a good thing at the end of the day. After all, it was far better than being thoroughly ravished by the man.

In the next few days, Michael was rather cold to me. To top it off, he hadn’t been to Birchwood in two consecutive days, making me wonder whether he had gone to the other woman’s place.

It was presently late at night, and it was the third day he had been absent. I was at sixes and sevens, held captive by the dread that he had truly gone to seek other the other woman.

I wanted to phone him, yet I dared not do so. Instead, I agonized over the matter all alone.

Argh! This is so frustrating!

Just when I had finally snapped and started pacing in the living room, my cell phone rang out of the blue. I swiftly snagged it up in hopes that it was a call from Michael.

But when I glimpsed the caller ID, dejection settled in because it was a call from my mother. On second thought, thrill flooded me.

“Mom, you’re finally giving me a call!”

every time I did so, she always rejected the

and help to take care of

end of the phone, my mother’s voice was still a touch frosty, but it

excited. Striding to

so a deathly silence hung in the corridors. My mother was sitting at the head of the hospital bed

greeted cautiously after walking over to my

gripped me that she would again treat me to a frigid expression as

on me in concert. After

casting me a placid glance, my mother expressionlessly handed the towel to me and ordered, “Since

she was apathetic toward

the towel from her, I sat down in

tired to come over to the hospital at this hour after having

 

eyes as he stared at me was detached, but his animosity of the

My weariness doesn’t matter as long as

perturbed and uneasy. Their drastic change of attitude was so sudden that I

rest. During the weekend, you can come over and help to take care of

It was the first time she ever showed concern

she really showing concern for me? And is

her. For that reason, I was both jubilant and

the hospital for so many

so it was good news to me. As I clocked her haggard face of late, my

surely be a nurse who was here making her rounds considering

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