Charlie's eyes twitch. He stated, "You’re not guilty. I'm guilty. I'm punishing myself."
"Do you expect me to believe your words? You have accusations and complaints against me in your heart, too. But are you sure this is how it's going to stay between us?"
Were they going to keep living together like this, detached, indifferent, and like strangers?
That night, strangely, Charlie slept in their bedroom, and Grace had no idea what Charlie was thinking. But, whatever, they slept in the same bed.
But they only slept in the same bed, no
conversation, no intimacy.
The two lived on in peace. Life was okay. Things changed a bit between them. They lived in the apartment together, but they didn't talk much to each other.
Grace felt more and more tired lately. For whatever, she couldn't lift her spirits. She was feeling exhausted from the work at the restaurant.
Sherman had returned to Santabaca from Lanechett, and she intended to stay in Lanechett for a couple of days.
When she saw Grace, Sherman was surprised, "Why do you look so haggard?"
"Someone tortured me!"
Grace bit her scarlet lips and sat down.
"Charlie tortured you?" Sherman's eyes lighted up with a snigger. She winked and asked in a playful tone.
"Yuck!” Grace spat at Sherman deliberately. She didn't squirm at all.
"I'd like to let him torture me. He better torture me so badly that I can't get out of bed!"
Sherman laughed and teased, "Woman!
You need some control!"
Grace teased back, "Look at you blushing like a peach, isn't Kingsley being good to you?"
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