Chapter 0545

"You were walking just fine earlier. But now, you're saying you can't move?" I muttered under my breath.

Nicholas glanced up at me. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," I sighed.

Since he'd already moved in, there was no way I could kick him out tonight.

Lowering my head, I picked up the bag from the floor and took a few steps toward the bed. Without caring whether the bag was clean or not, I tossed it onto the bed.

Nicholas' breath hitched, as if caught off guard by my actions. He stayed silent, saying nothing.

He shifted his leg slightly, trying to hook the bag with his foot. Every movement of his thigh set his muscles into motion, and the creases of his gray boxer brief deepened in shadow. All of a sudden, he turned back to his sexually attractive self.

pull the bag up. Instead, it fell

bring it to me, you could've just

he strained to grab a shirt. The effort made the scars

"Just leave."

calm as he folded his clothes. Yet, it carried an undercurrent

sorrow.

for the tie. As he held it up to smooth it out, his arm revealed the tattoo of my face, staring back at

all my muddled, fleeting thoughts vanished. I wanted to ask him

day after day, while tattooing my face onto his skin? Was I really that important to him? If I was, why was I never his

that no matter what I endured-pain, loss, even the death of our child-he still

for us to build a

meaning did

out of my spiraling thoughts. "Standing there without helping-are you here to

was low, and every word

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255