This time, he did not say anything. He stepped forward and held me in his arms, saying softly, "Am I that domineering to the extent that I won't allow you t o make friends? Would I have stopped you from going i f you told me?"
I frowned. "No. I just thought that it wasn't a big deal and I didn't have to tell you about it."
"Do you know how worried I was when you didn't come back home last night? Your phone was dead all night and I couldn't stop imagining things. Do you still have me in your heart?" He pointed at my chest and stared at me in a dissatisfied manner.
I glanced at those bottles and cigarette butts, then I looked at his pale face. I said, "Yes, forever and ever!"
I seldom confessed my feelings. After I said those words, my face was blushing. I lowered my head and dared not to look at him.
He remained silent, but he reached out and held my face. He stared at me, then lowered his head immediately. It was like he could not wait to kiss my lips.
He finally let go of me when I could barely breathe.
I guiltily looked at him, showed a bitter smile, and
said, "Theo, I don't think I can do this anymore."
This was an illness. There was nothing I could do.
No man would be able to stand such a marriage.
"Theo, I'm sorry. You... should go look for Cindy!" Those words were my heartfelt confession.
After I said that, I did not look at him. I got up and entered the bathroom right away.
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