Rekindling Her Affection (Sabrina and Nelson) novel Chapter 92

Sabrina wanted to curl herself into a ball.

With how their relationship was at that point, having sex together only served to cause her shame and embarrassment rather than joy.

Nelson wanted to see her expression.

However, as he glanced down, he saw her hair scattered on the pillow.

She looked more uncomfortable than joyous.

His breathing was heavy.

This was the most he had attempted to satisfy a woman. Not even his beloved had…

But now, it was too late.

Even his touch repelled Sabrina.

Nelson pulled the blanket over her.

His clothes were disheveled.

He turned and sat at the end of the bed. "Sabrina, I'm sorry."

He wasn't angry at her. He was angry at himself for being weak and indecisive.

He was also mad at himself for hurting her and making her suffer, even though she hadn't done anything wrong.

Sabrina didn't move or respond. She only stared blankly at the curtains.

Nelson turned to face her.

He noticed that her shoulder seemed frail and delicate under the blanket.

He sighed and sat beside her. His fingers ran through her hair as he stared at her teary and pitiful face.

"From now on, I will respect your feelings and never disregard them like this again," he whispered gently and combed her hair with his hand.

He knew what she wanted to hear most right now was probably his agreement to sign the divorce papers. He knew there was no point in continuing their marriage.

He just couldn't bring himself to say it.

He hadn't made up his mind.

"I don't care whether you consider my feelings or not," Sabrina said.

Nelson didn't speak further, nor did he press her.

He patted her head gently. "You should stay for the night."

Sabrina watched him enter the dressing room and change into a new pair of clothes.

She wanted to ask him something but decided not to.

After a while, she heard the sound of a car engine starting.

Sabrina didn't sleep there as he suggested. She got up and got dressed.

She felt awkward and uncomfortable, even though she didn't do anything wrong.

She had never expected him to show such intimacy toward her.

She rubbed her flushed face, got out of bed, and took all her belongings.

As she walked downstairs, Joanna approached her. "Mrs. Tucker…"

Sabrina smiled at her. "I'm going back now. You should rest early."

Joanna said nothing more.

As a maid, it wasn't her place to comment on their relationship.

…

When Dylan came downstairs, he saw Nelson smoking inside his car.

His eyes were dark, with a touch of emptiness and coldness.

When Nelson noticed him, he took a drag of his cigarette and asked, "What's the situation with Gerald?"

The red flame from the cigarette flickered between his fingers, yet his tone was calm and his expression serious.

"What happened to Mr. Ingram?" Dylan was puzzled.

He became even more confused when he heard that Gerald had been taken away by the police in the evening. "This doesn't make sense. Mr. Ingram isn't a fool."