Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey

Chapter 143 Nicholas, Do You Want To Know Who He Is? (1)

“It’s nothing. It’s a little hot, so I’ll eat it later,” Nancy said.

As she lowered her head, a sweet smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

She remembered that during high school, couples at school often went out to eat together. As she had never been in a romantic relationship, she didn’t quite understand love in the beginning.

However, she would frequently see young couples sharing a meal, whether it was a pizza or a plate of pasta. Sometimes, the guys would feed the girls, and the girls would light up like fireworks. Those couples were affectionate and sweet.

Being young and innocent at that time, Nancy believed that love was as simple as sharing a meal. The couple would be willing to eat each other’s leftovers.

She thought that being alone was happiness. As she grew older, she realized how naive and beautiful her thoughts were during that time.

After she grew up, she finally understood how many complexities and calculations were involved in adult love.

Nevertheless, she continued to believe that love should be beautiful and sweet stubbornly.

Even though she had been hurt by love many times, she still held onto this belief.

While she and Nicholas had long lost the chance to spend their lives together, at least for this moment, she felt that they were just like the young couples around them..

It was as if they weren’t adults, hadn’t been married, and hadn’t been divorced.

They were like a pair of innocent and sweet high school students enjoying the sweetness of love to the fullest.

This was all it took for Nancy to feel content.

They both ate the large plate of spaghetti very slowly.

Towards the end, the pasta was all gone, leaving only a bit of sauce.

Nancy had already eaten her fill.

She had just put down her fork when she saw Nicholas pick up a spoon and scoop up the remaining sauce from the plate.

At that moment, Nancy was as shocked as she was surprised.

To her, Nicholas didn’t seem like the kind of person who would have the leftover sauce after sharing a plate with someone. “Isn’t sharing a plate with me already difficult for him?” she thought.

a moment of surprise, she asked, “Are you still hungry? Should I

“I’m full.”

felt that sharing a meal with you from the same plate is a beautiful feeling. In the future, we might not have this opportunity again, so

it was already dark, and the stars lit

made the stars blink like countless

the

“I really

moment,”

quickly left.

by the gate and seemed to have a conversation with the

breathed slightly faster when

“What?”

and didn’t react for

the security guard agree to let us in? I heard

many

then added, “But I might need to hold

“Why?”

this school. We met here ten years ago, and today is our wedding anniversary. My wife really misses this place and wants to visit for an hour. I assured them we’d leave within an hour. And I gave each of them a

couldn’t help but exclaim, “Are you sure we should

like that?”

a lie; there’s some truth to it,”

he know that I first

and asked in a voice

what?” Nicholas was

did you remember when we first met?” Nancy tried to clarify halfway through,

expressing herself clearly. She changed her words in her nervousness. “Do

time we met when you came to the

dark.

completely, utterly forgotten it. He didn’t remember anything about the time they

I ever forget anything?”

her head, Nancy replied, “No. It

school, Nicholas

chilly, and Nancy’s small hand was cold. But with Nicholas holding it in

they entered. By then, Nancy’s