Stella wondered if there was anything left for her to say. She was but a pendant he kept by his side, a doll in his hands, a human doll for him to toy with.
As she was thinking, the figure in her mind popped out again. The dark figure with an identical face to hers screamed in her ears.
âYou should not pity him! Follow your original plan. Your child misses you very much, and she should reunite with you as soon as possible...â
The voice in her mind was enchanting, urging her to move on.
She walked to the balcony and brought in the oleander.
There were already a few flower buds blooming. The pale pink flowers adorned the bright green branches. While she looked at them in a daze, the voice rang in her ears.
âDonât waver! Soon, everything will be over... Do you want to keep living like this?â
Stella closed her eyes. Her hands were shaking a little.
But it was best to remove those flowers.
She didnât notice that the sound of the water in the bathroom had stopped.
So she was unaware of his grim face when she stepped out of the bathroom door without seeing him.
He seemed to be very sick now.
If he didnât see her for a mere second, he would immediately suspect that she had escaped... or that someone was trying to hurt her.
As long as she was not by his side, he would think of these possibilities.
In the end, he couldnât stand those feelings anymore and wanted to keep her by his side all day long.
He found her in the kitchen.
The water had just boiled when she felt a warm embrace from the back.
She leaned backward. âDone washing up?â.
He kissed her ear. âYes. Do you want to check?â
She let go of him and turned around to check on his wound, deliberately ignoring his question that suggested something else. âYou didnât get any water on the wound, right?â
She did not watch seriously when the doctor was bandaging him up.
He thought she did not care about him.
He pinched her face. âOnly now do you know to care for me?
She smiled. âOf course not. Itâs just that I felt embarrassed to talk too much when the doctor was here. I was afraid that heâd laugh at me...â âWhatâs there to laugh about when you were concerned about your husband?â
He cupped her face and kissed her passionately.
âThey know about our relationship, maybe...â.
He teased her with a husky voice beside her ear. â...they know what we are going to do tonight.â
She froze for a moment. âLetâs not do it tonight... You are injured. You need to rest.â He took her hands and put them around his waist. âItâs not like I am hurt there. What are you worried about?â
Stella was rendered speechless.
Then she said helplessly, âIf I am not mistaken , itâs on your waist, right?â âWhatâs wrong with my waist?â
He did not take her words seriously. âIâm still more than capable enough to do it.â
âBesides...â He suddenly held her waist and pressed her toward him just a little so that she could feel his temperature. âYouâre so lazy. Isnât it time for you to be diligent? For once?â
She hated to be on top, but he seemed keen to let her have the lead. Only every time when it came to the end, she was basically forced to take the lead.
She obviously didnât like it, but he enjoyed it anyway, evident from how keen he would be to make her keep spooning and begging.
She was not as shameless as him, though. After being teased a few times, her face blushed.
âGo out first. Iâve cooked you something.â
He looked over. âWhat is this?â âA drink that helps you to sleep.â