Love's Change of Heart

Clothes were scattered all over the floor in the living room. The food was placed on the table, left untouched and cold.

The bedside lamp in the bedroom flickered ambiguously, casting two intertwined figures on the wall.

After a long time, the shadows stopped moving.

Zoe lay on the bed, covered in sweat. She was reluctant to move. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through it.

Daniel skillfully tied a knot on the c*ndom before throwing it into the trash can. He asked, "When should we get married?"

She paused and turned her head to look at him in confusion. "What?"

He worriedly repeated, "When should we get married?"

She questioned again, "What kind of marriage?"

Knowing that she was doing it on purpose, he pursed his lips and stared at her intently, which unsettle her.

She refocused her attention on her phone as if she was the sc*mbag in the relationship. "I have no plans to get married now. If you want to get married, you can find someone else."

He almost burst out laughing due to anger. "Haven't your parents been trying to set you up on blind dates?"

Zoe replied, "Yes, but who said blind dates always lead to marriage? It's just to check out if there's a person we click to get in touch with. I still want freedom for a few more years. Being single is great. I can change boyfriends whenever I want."

She continued, "I'm starting to understand why you're against marriage. Getting married means going through a divorce, which is too troublesome. It's better to get into more relationships while we're young. We should experience the world to the fullest."

Daniel gritted his teeth and asked, "So, am I your boyfriend or just a fling?"

She replied, "Either is fine. We'll separate ways in the end. Whether it's a boyfriend or—"

Before she could finish, he hovered over her from behind to bite her shoulder. "Fine, I know what you want."

This time, there was no foreplay. It was the same position as before, and Zoe couldn't help but let out a muffled moan. Her hand holding the phone trembled, and her neck was craning as her breathing became rapid.

He threw her phone aside. His tight jaw and cold expression indicated his bad mood. He exerted more force than before, causing her to grip the bedsheets tightly.

The clip that held her hair had been taken off at some point, leaving her tress hanging down with a few strands sticking to her sweaty ear.

After a while, Zoe realized that something was wrong. She turned her head and asked, "Did you not wear it?"

Daniel, with both hands supporting her side, lowered his gaze and didn't look at her. He simply responded with a grunt.

She was about to speak when she felt him suddenly increase his strength.

Her words at the tip of her tongue morphed into a moan. She could only hold onto his arm and say intermittently, "No... We can't continue without it... Hmmm!"

Raging waves were engulfing her. Each wave that came crashing over her almost submerged her. When she was about to lose her breath, it stopped.

In the end, Daniel pulled himself out of her. He admitted that he had lost control after hearing what she said.

He even thought that another pregnancy would keep those jumbled thoughts in her head off bay so that she could be at peace with him.

That idea was so messed up. It was messed up to the point that he would kill himself if he really took it to the final stage.

She had already suffered so much because of him. She took traditional medicine to look after herself.

In comparison, it was inhumane of him for acting that way.

However, Zoe Hart was completely oblivious to the regret and pain that stirred along with his dilemma. She merely took her time to calm her breath before picking the clip from the floor. She headed to the bathroom while clipping her hair. "I'll take a shower first. I have work tomorrow."

She didn't take his reckless actions to heart. After all, didn't all men love doing it without protection? They claimed that it felt different.

Even if Daniel didn't pull out of her, Zoe would make him stop anyways. It felt good, but she couldn't afford to let themselves get carried away.

When she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, the bedsheets had already been changed.

There was a faint sound coming from the kitchen. She walked over slowly and looked at the person in the kitchen. "What are you doing?"



Daniel only wore a pair of pants, leaving his torso bare. He was holding a takeout box, ready to throw it away. "I'm hungry. Are you joining me?"

He didn't say anything, but the smell of the food lingering in the air was enticing Zoe's appetite. After such intense exercise, she needed food to replenish her energy.

She nodded lightly. "Let's eat."

The food was reheated. Since it was already late, she was afraid of gaining weight, so she only ate a few bites to quench her hunger and stopped.

When Daniel asked, she casually replied, "I'm on a diet."

"Diet? And you still had barbecue?" he retorted.