When he told me so, his eyes were red. I couldn't bear to refuse him, so I gave up my long-awaited job and became his full-time housewife.
But in the end, I became his burden.
Spencer shook his head and kissed my eyelids, saying, "You aren't trash. You are the best girl in the world."
Hearing him say so, I began to question the authenticity of those photos.
...
At night...
While Spencer was working in the study, I pretended that nothing had happened and lay in bed to watch a show.
At ten p.m. , Spencer came in on time.
As usual, he handed me the milk he had brewed and coaxed me to drink it gently.
If it were in the past, I would definitely finish it in one gulp without any hesitation.
But tonight, I became suspicious of the milk I had to drink every night.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I said coquettishly, "Honey, I don't want to drink milk. Milk doesn't taste good."
"Good girl, milk is nutritious. It's good for your pregnancy."
He coaxed me as patiently as usual.
I felt that there was something wrong with the milk. In order not to arouse his suspicion, I finished it in front of him.
Spencer went to take a shower with peace of mind.
I got up and went to the kitchen. I secretly vomited the milk I had just drunk.
Then I quietly lay back on the bed.
After taking a shower, Spencer hugged me from behind out of habit.
He was tall and slender. Every part of his body was sturdy and attractive. After the shower, he smelled so refreshingly that I wanted to have a wonderful night with him.
In the past, I had been mesmerized by him instantly like this and indulged myself in his caring.
But I was not in the mood tonight.
Seeing that I was in low spirits, Spencer kissed me even harder and turned me on.
After a while, I was so tired that I almost fell asleep.
But I forced myself to stay awake.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, Spencer next to me finally took action.
He propped himself up to check if I was asleep. Then, he lowered his head and kissed me on the forehead. Finally, he tucked me in.
He was so gentle to me as if he were treating a rare treasure.
It was not until I heard the sound of the door closing that I slowly opened my eyes.
Spencer drove so fast that I was soon left behind.
Fortunately, I found out where the woman was staying from the photos.
I arrived by taking short-cuts. Sure enough, Spencer's car parked in front of an apartment building.