Alex switched to another venue, and ordered three bottles of sprites at one go. There was no one else in the spacious private room except himself.
Just like that, he unhappily downed glass after glass. His vision was a blur. His mind was heavy, but his feet felt light, unable to support his weight. In his mind, the memories of the life he shared with Jane kept replaying like the reel of a movie.
In his dreams, he still saw the scenes of his shared life with Jane.
She was a woman of few words. When he remained quiet, she would never disturb him. She was also very attentive. Seeing him come home alone, tired and weary, she would immediately rush to him and help him take off his trench coat, then with a hand on his shoulder, help him sit down on the bench in the doorway.
He did not have to do anything.
She would personally help him remove his shoes, and slip into a pair of slippers. He did not even have to wash his hands, all he had to do was sit quietly in the kitchen, and she would bring him a warm, slightly wet towel for him to wipe his hands. She would wipe his hands carefully. Then, she would watch as he ate. She took everything to heart, all his likes and dislikes.
And, she would prepare different dishes for him every
day. The food she cooked was more delicious than professional chefs.
After dinner, when he went up to their room to rest, she would sit him down by the bedside and bring him a pail of warm water, washing his feet for him. She never asked, and never spoke, only tending to his needs. After washing his feet clean, she would pull them into her lap and massage them with just the right amount of strength. Her skills as a masseuse were also excellent, even better than professionals in any foot massage parlor.
Just like that, he had been having an exhausting day. He even felt slightly upset, but because of her attentive care, in the end, he could finally get a good night's sleep.
He did not know when he fell asleep. But the next day, he awoke fresh and energetic.
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