I will make you realize that offending K is the most fatal mistake you have ever made in your life.
The faint morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, letting in a few dim rays of light.
Clara fumbled with her fingertips, stuffing a few changes of clothes into her suitcase. Her blind eyes couldn't discern directions, and her elbows frequently bumped against the edge of the wardrobe, making dull thuds. The suitcase zipper was stiff from her handling, the scraping sound of the metal buckles particularly jarring in the quiet room.
She was struggling to pull the zipper all the way down when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. Then, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
The familiar scent, carrying a faint aroma of cedar, wafted over. It was the comforting smell she had indulged in for seven years, but now it felt like fine needles, pricking her back until it stiffened.
"Niannian, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Liam's voice was close to her ear, deliberately soft, with a theatrical gentleness. "You just got back from the hospital, you're not fully recovered yet, why are you making such a fuss?"
Clara's fingertips tightened around the suitcase handle, the cold plastic digging into her knuckles until they turned white. She didn't turn around; her throat felt like it was stuffed with a wet cotton ball, a suffocating pain.
"I...want to move somewhere else." Her voice was hoarse, trembling slightly from crying, perfectly portraying a vulnerable and helpless woman after being hurt.
Liam tightened his arms around her, his chest pressed against her back, his heartbeat audible through the thin fabric. But that heartbeat no longer gave her the same sense of security she once felt.
"Are you still blaming me for signing the letter of understanding?" He sighed, his tone full of helplessness. "I was just worried about you making a fuss. Your eyesight isn't good, and going to court and finding a lawyer would be exhausting."
These words sound like considerate, but the next sentence reveals the sharp edge hidden beneath the gentleness.
"Besides, Noah's still a child, what does he know?" His fingertips gently caressed her waist, his tone light, yet every word pierced her heart. "Vanessa's been blaming herself so much these past few days that she can't eat, so don't keep bringing it up, okay?"