Nicole relaxed her neck. After a busy night, the weird feeling in her heart faded away.
She did not feel anything as if it was just like any other day.
Clayton went over and massaged the acupoints on her neck. He smiled and kissed the top of her head.
Afterward, he spoke in a low voice, "Did you have something to tell me just now?"
Nicole paused.
Her exhaustion was instantly swept away.
She only felt that she should not doubt Clayton. He had no reason to attack her.
Moreover, they had a steady relationship with no outside factors that could cause their relationship to deteriorate.
Nicole paused and looked up at him. Her heart was racing.
Clayton’s dark eyes reflected her face and a faint light. He smiled.
"If you have something to say, just say it. What can't we tell each other about?"
Nicole took a deep breath and said what was in her heart.
"I drank wine today and felt fine when I came back. But when I woke up, I felt uncomfortable all over, as if... I was drugged. My body feels sore and painful, but there are no actual wounds, so...”
Nicole actually felt very sorry for suspecting Clayton, but Clayton was the person who would least likely hurt her.
After speaking, she silently raised her head and glanced at Clayton, feeling a little guilty.
"I'm sorry..."
She was about to say that she should not doubt him, but Clayton's face was very solemn and cold. He folded his arms and sat down across from her.
The room was very quiet.
Finally, he asked her, "You’ve never felt this way before?"
Nicole shook her head. “You know that I used to drink with Yvette and Julie a lot, but I didn't drink much today, so it shouldn't be like this..."
“Where did you guys drink?"
Clayton was very serious, and his face was also very solemn.
His behavior reassured Nicole.
Instead of consoling Nicole that she was wrong, it was more reassuring to eliminate all her doubts.
"In a restaurant that we used to go to. We drank the wine that we kept there last time.”
Clayton pursed his lips and said, "Tell me the address, the people you met, >f%;WJS? anything that you've consumed. I'll get someone to investigate this.”
Nicole pursed her lips.
"Isn't it too much fanfare? Maybe I’m just being suspicious?"
Clayton chuckled. “There must be something wrong since it doesn't feel right. If I don't find anything else, shouldn't you suspect me then?”
He looked at her and smiled playfully, but there was no hint of blame or coldness in his eyes, as if he was just joking.
Nicole was speechless for a while.
Although she had that thought, she did not say it.
She did not expect him to see through her thoughts.
Sure enough, a man's heart was unfathomable.
She raised her head, laughed, stretched out her hand, and swore to God.
"I never suspected you. How could I? If I doubted you, would I tell you everything? Darling, I believe in you unconditionally!”
She would never admit that she had suspected him, just like a man would never admit that he cheated.
Otherwise, there would still be a rift no matter how much one admitted one's mistake later.
Sure enough, Clayton looked glad. He looked at her with gentle eyes, reached out, and squeezed her face.
"Okay, I'll believe whatever you say. I'll check the surveillance first to see if there are any suspicious people."
He stood up. "You should also rest early."
Nicole nodded.
There were surveillance cameras from the apartment entrance to their home, including the living room.
Thus, checking the surveillance footage was the most direct way.
However, Nicole forgot about this.
Nicole was washing up and getting ready to sleep when Clayton walked in with a
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