Chapter 68
The mattress behind them sank, with two bodies intimately pressed together. Dorothy instinctively felt his change, her body as stiff as the zombie that had been dead for thousands of years. “Dwayne, wasn’t Sonia enough for you?“]
She knew he always refused to force himself in such matters.]
But now, she dared not be sure…]
The past longing for intimacy is now resistance, she resists the idea that he can come to her as if nothing happened between him and Sonia.
She felt disgusted.]
Did Dwayne ever fail to notice her resistance?
Gaze into her eyes, deepened a bit.
He had long noticed that her face was too bright, especially the dark brown mole at the corner of her eye, which made her beauty charming and not vulgar.]]
But this teardrop mole…]]
He felt strangely familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere a long time ago.
Because of this, he felt inexplicably annoyed as soon as he saw Dorothy.
He loosened his tie, “We are husband and wife, even if I do something to you, it is my duty.“[]
Dorothy’s pupils slightly contracted, pushing him away, “I don’t – um!“]
The man clasped her wrist, his lips landing on the side of her neck, burying deep, the wild breath covering her.
She was almost out of breath, feeling wronged in her heart, tears blurred as she turned her face away.
Dwayne’s palm clasped her five fingers, suddenly, he stopped.]
His gaze fixed on her bare ring finger.
She wore her wedding ring for six years, and then it was gone.]]
Only a shallow trace remains.
“When did you take it off?” His scorching fingertips brushed over her ring finger, his voice husky.
As if asking casually.
Dorothy hesitated for a moment and did not answer.[]
The wedding ring, she hasn’t worn it since the night of the divorce.]
Just then, Dwayne’s phone rang.
He straightened his shirt, sat up, took his phone, and left
Dorothy watched him walk away expressionless, his touch still lingering on her body. Was he the same with Sonia in bed?]
That’s disgusting..
After hanging up the phone, Dwayne returned to the bedroom to find Dorothy not in bed, with the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
He walked towards the bathroom door, about to knock, but his hand hesitated in midair for a moment before retracting.]
He picked up his coat and left the room immediately
In the bathroom.
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Dorothy was completely immersed in the bathtub, with the water covering her silhouette, as if soaking in the water could wash away the lingering warmth of him.
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