Her two hands on my waist were shaking slightly, as if she was afraid I would disappear at any moment and she couldn't help but hold on tighter.
However, the more she acted like this, the more disgust in my heart became even stronger. After all, she had just had intercourse with Jock and the next second, she was being affectionate with me.
Laura is very good at acting, I pried open her hand, pulled away from her and kept a distance from her.
Then I said calmly, "Perhaps, I have a bad stomach. Lately, it become harder to keep anything down after I eat."
I did not know when I started to be so good at lying. This was so ironic, I used to hate that kind of people but, here I was, doing the very thing that I hated the most.
When she heard this, she felt she was facing her greatest enemy.
I’m so sorry,” she said guiltily. "I’ve been so caught up with work lately. I shouldn’t have left you eating alone and taking care of your needs by yourself so often.”
She cradled my face in her hands and furrowed her brow in sadness as she led me back to my room and took out new clothes for me to change into. When she tried to help me, I stopped her hand and put the clothes on myself.
My action left Laura frozen. This was the first time since our marriage that I did not want her help and this made her flustered.
She then lowered her head and tried to kiss my lips. "We haven't done the deed for a long time. Jerome, let's do it now," she whispered and in the next second, she pressed her body against mine.
Once again, I pushed her back. This woman was too dirty and I refused to be with her anymore.
Laura panicked. It was the second time, I pushed her away. She became worried I did not love her anymore.
I was already lying down on the bed, so Laura took the blanket and draped it gently over me.
“Are you mad at me?” she asked softly. "Are you blaming me for not having time to be with you?”
She continued, "How about this? I promise I’ll spend tomorrow with you. There is no work at all."
This woman, who was known as the ruthless queen and feared in the business world, could reduce herself to this pitiful state for me. I sneered because I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity.
Before I could reject her, her phone buzzed.
She hurriedly pressed mute because she did not dare to answer it. She then sat next to me and read the message that Jock sent her through WhatsApp.