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.

few tries, he failed to pull the bag up.

"If you didn't want to bring it to me, you

a shirt. The effort made the scars on his forearm darken

"Just leave."

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

sorrow.

shirt neatly before reaching for the tie. As he held it up to smooth it out, his arm

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

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

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

us to build a life together. But he didn't. He

did this

His cold voice yanked me out of my spiraling thoughts. "Standing there

low, and every word carried a weight of

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