2 Can you stay tonight?
655 Words
The bedroom door was opened, he went straight into the bathroom without looking at me.
The sound of the water running came.
I got up and put my clothes on, took his pajamas out of the closet and placed them on the bed, and then I went to the balcony.
Outside, it was raining, the sky was dark, and I could vaguely hear the soothing sound of the rain on the roof.
When I heard the door open behind me, I turned around and saw Syliance already out of the bathroom, draped with a towel underneath, his hair wet, droplets of water dripping down his toned body.
He looked at me, his deep, dark eyes unfathomable, "Come here!"
I did as I was told and went to his side.
He threw a towel to me, his voice low and cold, "Dry my hair."
He had always done this, and I had long since gotten used to it. He sat on the bed, and I climbed into bed and kneeled behind him to wipe his hair.
"Tomorrow is grandpa”s funeral, you might want to go over early." I spoke up. He was so focused on Joyce Synn that if I hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten about it.
And he didn't say anything else.
Knowing that he did not want to communicate with me too much, I did not say much, I dried his hair and lay down on the bed again, ready to sleep. Perhaps it was because of the pregnancy. I always feel sleepy. Usually, Syliance Pane would go to the study and stay there until midnight.
But tonight, I do not know why, he changed into pajamas, and he laid down. Beside me.
Although strange, I did not ask more, but he suddenly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his arms, followed by so many kisses.
I panicked for a moment, and pressed his restless hands, and looked up at him with uncertainty. "Syliance Pane, I ...."
"No?" He opened his mouth, his eyes dark as the night, overpowering and wild.
I avoided his eyes. I couldn't say no to him. He was my husband, the love of my life.
"Can you be gentle to me?" The baby was only six weeks, it could be dangerous.
He knitted his eyebrows, did not speak, just rolled over, and then started the s*x again. Not so gently.
I could only protect the child as much as possible.
The rain outside the window was falling harder and harder along with his ferocity, and at one point there was thunder and lightning.
After a long time, he finally got up and went into the bathroom.
The phone on the bedside table rang, it was Syliance Pane's phone. I looked up at the clock, it was 11 o'clock. The only person who would call Syliance Pane at this hour was Joyce Synn.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped and Syliance Pane came out wrapped in a towel. He wiped his hands and picked up the phone.
After a while, Syliance frowned slightly and spoke, "Joyce, don't be ridiculous!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone, ready to change clothes and leave. If it was in the past, I might pretend to ignore it, but at this time I fiercely tugged Syliance Pane, softly begged him, "Can you stay tonight?"
Syliance Pane frowned, a bit of coldness and displeasure emerged on his handsome face, "I had s*x with you. But don't you ask for more."
The words were cold and sarcastic.
I froze for a moment, tilting my head at him, "Tomorrow is grandpa's funeral, even if you care so much about Joyce, shouldn't you take a day off and pretend to be a good grandson?"
" Are you threatening me?" He narrowed his dark eyes and fiercely pinched my jaw, his voice low and cold, "Leily May, you've changed."
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