Adrian: “I will check one by one, as meticulously as if I were peeling off your skin. You’d better hope you went to Barcelona yourself. Otherwise,
if you had someone purchase it and mail it back, there would be an address.”
Adrian: “You’d better sleep with your eyes open. Bro.”
The last word was pure, extreme mockery.
I refused to back down, “Of course I have to sleep with my eyes open, so I can look at your wife more.”
“Crash!”
Outside, Adrian smashed another cup.
Adrian: “She’s just playing around with you.”
I gritted my teeth, “Is that so? Why don’t you look at the changes in your wife recently!”
I turned off the phone.
Instantly calming down.
Changes…
What changes would a person have after finding a lover?
I started working out.
Every early morning, I would do forty minutes of anaerobic exercise plus fifteen minutes of aerobic exercise in the gym.
Not even two days later, the housekeeper reluctantly said the gym was broken.
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I said it’s fine, whichever equipment is good, I’ll use that.
He said they were all broken. Even the gym door lock was broken and couldn’t be opened.
Frustrated, I started laying out a yoga mat to exercise in the living room.
For some reason, Adrian had been working from home recently, and of course, he was sitting steadily on the living room
He stared at his computer, suddenly asking, “Why did you start exercising recently?“)
It was like he was handing me the perfect opportunity. I turned my head away, “I’m not thin enough.”
The fitness blogger on TV bent over, touching toes, starting to stretch.
limitated the move.
Adrian’s throat bobbed, his voice a bit hoarse, “You’re thin enough.”
I said breathlessly: “I want to exercise, having abs is prettier.
Adrian asked very quickly: “Who said that?”
sofa.
I was stunned for a moment, for some reason, I suddenly hesitated whether to tear down the paper–thin window at this moment.
This was what I had been most looking forward to achieving.
Yet I instinctively wanted to desperately hide it, as if I had really cheated.
I made excuses to myself, probably because the atmosphere at this moment was too good, too unlike us.
Adrian and I had always been hurried, always distant. He was busy with work, I was busy enduring his work.
We had never been like this before, sitting together, each doing our own thing, yet able to exchange a few words from time to time like a real married couple.
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We had never been like this before, sitting together, each doing our own thing, yet able to exchange a few words from time to time, like a real married couple.
While I was confused about my state of mind, Adrian very lightly and quickly gave up inquiring, “Never mind, it’s nothing.”
He actually let go of the opportunity to probe for the truth so easily.
At that moment, I had a strange feeling.
We seemed to tacitly understand each other, carefully maintaining that fragile and delicate red thread on our wrists.
But after a few minutes, when I went to the bedroom to change clothes, I saw a new message from Adrian.
Adrian, who had been calmly sitting on the sofa, had at some point during one of my turns, forcefully tapped out and sent to that anonymous person-
“Beast, I want you dead.”
The TV broke too. All other programs could be watched, just not fitness videos anymore.
The housekeeper reluctantly informed me.
Every morning at eight, the whole house had to be vacuumed, so I couldn’t exercise in the living room.
I took a deep breath.
I started learning to bake.
The housekeeper curiously inquired, I smiled and said: “Watching someone eat something you made with your own hands is very satisfying.”
Adrian stood at the foot of the stairs with a cold expression, his head slowly turning to follow my movements between the island and the kitchen.
I ate the burnt cookies myself.
I gave two well–baked ones to the curious housekeeper.
The rest, I packed into a paper bag, tied with a ribbon.
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Baking by hand should be enough to prove I have someone outside, and that I’m quite serious about him, right?
I went back to the bedroom to get dressed, “Mr. Sha
have a group meeting to attend for a while.”
Adrian was leaning against the island, staring expressionlessly at the empty baking tray.
He looked up at me.
Was he about to explode? Was he going to announce the divorce?
My heart was practically in my throat.
But he just raised an eyebrow slightly, even revealing a malicious and roguish cold smile.
“Alright, go ahead.”
Then he left.
I walked over and was stunned.
That bag of cookies I had placed on the table was all gone.
Even the burnt ones I hadn’t finished eating were gone too.
Adrian!.
I could have given some to my advisor and fellow students to eat, did he throw them all away?!
I was so angry I felt weak.
Behind his back, I furiously texted: “Your wife says you’ve been losing your temper at home lately, she’s very scared. She cries for me every night, missing me.”
“Mr. Shaw, why haven’t you divorced yet? What’s the point of clinging on like this? Is winning or losing so important?”
“She doesn’t owe you anything. Your marriage was just a loveless business transaction. You’ve already gotten what you wanted, why won’t you let her go?”
Adrian: “She cried?”
I stared blankly at this text mes
not knowing how to reply.
Is that the point? The point is divorce, right?
Adrian sent a second text: “You live in the Ning’an district too?”
Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. How did he find that out?
But before I could deny it, Adrian said: “I’m close to finding you, you low–life beast who’s no better than a stray dog.”
I hurriedly turned off the phone.
Cold sweat dripped down.
My time was running out.
I had to take a gamble, I couldn’t keep probing like this anymore!
