Mila wondered if Fenna would be furious if she discovered that Nathan waited for her at the door on a cold late winter night, and even wanted to help her change her shoes. Mila kept thinking about it as she walked to the master bedroom. But then she realized she cared too much about Fenna. She pushed those thoughts away. Meanwhile, Nathan followed closely behind her.
Mila took her pajamas and went to the bathroom. She removed her makeup, washed her face, and shampooed her hair. After 40 minutes, she emerged with her hair wrapped in a towel. Her gaze landed on Nathan who sat on the edge of the bed with his hands covering his forehead. Even though she couldn’t see his face, she felt a sense of sadness coming from him. When Nathan heard footsteps, he sat up and looked at Mila. She quickly averted her gaze, sat at the vanity, and began applying cream to her face.
“Why are you still washing your hair at this hour?” Nathan asked with a frown.
Mila stayed silent.
Nathan headed to the bathroom to take the hairdryer. He plugged it in and approached her from behind. As he reached for her towel, planning to dry her hair, Mila grabbed the hairdryer and said, “I can handle it myself. Just hand it over.”
Yet, Nathan was unwilling to let go of the hairdryer.
When Mila’s hand accidentally touched his, she noticed how cold it felt. She remembered how warm his hands used to be, no matter when or where.
Mila couldn’t help but wonder why they felt so cold now. Was it because Nathan had endured the chilly weather while waiting outside for her in a thin shirt?
But Nathan was always self-sufficient, so was he deliberately avoiding wearing a coat, and willingly subjecting himself to the bitter winter night? Nathan gently moved her hand aside, turned on the hairdryer, and dried her hair carefully. The hairdryer was quiet.
Mila didn’t resist further. She looked at Nathan’s reflection in the mirror as she put on hand cream.
He was concentrated on drying her
hair. Yet, he seemed worried and lost in thought. After a long while, he softly asked, “Can you text me if you’re going to be home late from now on?”
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Mila was going to answer but changed her mind. She pursed her lips and didn’t say anything. Her silence was like saying no to Nathan. Ads by PubFuture
He felt like he was on thin ice. He
was worried that Mila might run into trouble again someday. And he was even more terrified that she might become cold-hearted, leave with their son, and never return. Content
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The thought of losing Mila made Nathan’s heartache as if being engulfed by flame. He became obsessed, watching her every move with growing madness.
He yearned for her to respond to his affection like she used to. Even a few words from her would bring him contentment. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Nathan finished drying Mila’s hair and unplugged the hairdryer. He gently suggested, “Your hair still feels warm. You might want to wait a bit before going to bed.”
Mila quietly combed her hair while Nathan stood behind her, holding the hairdryer, and admiring her lovely face.
Since their baby was born, her cheeks had become even rosier and fuller, tempting Nathan to pinch them affectionately.
He left the hairdryer in the
bathroom, When he returned, Mila
was already in bed, facing away from him with her eyes closed. He tucked her in, turned off the light, and got into bed himself.
Yet, sleep eluded Nathan. He lay there and gazed at the darkness above. He felt his heart had sunk into a pit of loneliness and despair.
Recently, Mila always slept with her back turned to him. Suddenly, she shifted and lay flat on her back.
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