Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey

Chapter 167 Consumed By Jealousy

This was a text that Nancy didn’t dare to reply to, and she didn’t dare to ask him for the reason either, afraid that she would receive the answer that had been repeated so many times before.

Moreover, men kissed for various reasons-pity, impulse, and desire. She no longer dared to hope for anything or harbor any unrealistic dreams.

That night, both of them went to bed very late. The next day, when Nancy walked out of her room, she found Nicholas awake and busy in the kitchen.

As a delicious smell wafted out of the kitchen, the doorbell suddenly rang, and she went to answer it.

Seeing that it was Christian standing outside, she paused for a second before snapping back to her senses. “Oh, it’s you, Christian. What brings you here?”

“I thought it might be inconvenient for you since you’re living alone with a twisted foot, so I brought you breakfast. After this, I can also drop you off at the hospital,” he said casually.

Nancy’s heart was filled with unease as she scratched her head. The fact that Nicholas was inside now made her feel overwhelmed. Thanks, Christian. You’re-”

She wasn’t able to finish her sentence because Nicholas suddenly dashed over, his voice as cold as ice when he spoke. “Since when do cops have this much free time on their hands that they can even deliver breakfast for others?”

At the sight of Nicholas, Christian was taken aback but quickly accepted it. They’re married, to begin with. Maybe Nancy moved out because they fought. It’s nothing out of the ordinary for them to live together again after they’ve worked out their differences.

Suppressing the surprise in his eyes, Christian replied politely, “I’ll extend my help whenever my friend needs it, but since your husband is here, I won’t impose myself any longer.” With that, he turned

to leave.

Looking at the breakfast in his hands, Nancy was touched and quickly stopped him. “Wait… If I’m right, you haven’t had breakfast either. Since we’re friends, let’s have breakfast together.”

Before Christian could answer, Nicholas was already furious. He had woken up early in the morning to prepare

breakfast for her, but it couldn’t compare to the one Christian had bought for her.

the room,

She couldn’t finish her sentence because Nicholas had suddenly held her head

Let Uh go she struggled to say, but the more she fought back, the deeper

an enraged hon, trying to prove his existence so desperately that he

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would only push Nancy further away from him. When he

lowered, she sobbed silently, her hair and clothes in complete

she rejected being intimate with him so strongly made him feel even more suffocated in his chest.

hate me that

she lifted her face and croaked in the most heartbreaking tone, “What do you take me for? You only kiss me whenever you want me, but I’m a person with my own thoughts and emotions, not a tool for you to use

vent my frustrations? Is that how she sees it? At this moment, Nicholas felt like a fool, and a stabbing pain struck his chest. His lips curled upward as he sneered. “Nancy, no

to

and memories, the romance that was etched deepest into her heart. It was a deep love

hand, Christian was a friend to her-a very dear friend whom she cherished, held in high regard, and wouldn’t want

entities, so there was no comparison between the two. However,

it. You’re right; I can’t be compared to him in your heart. He’s the important one, and I’m nothing.” Turning around, he didn’t look back as his

unknown reason, Nancy felt that his back was filled with

completely disappeared, she opened her mouth

said one word, she abruptly stopped herself. So what if I say it? Even if I tell him that he’s wrong and he’s the most important person in my heart, what

intimate time together. There was no spark between us even after such a long time together Why would things change now?

and Nancy stared at the oatmeal porridge that was still cooking on the stove and turned uff the

it in silence

the house Although the swelling on her ankle had greatly reduced,

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a little later than usual,