Chapter 130 Did He Touch You?
Peyton widened his eyes.
These days, she has fantasized countless times about the actions Nolan would have taken if he had
caught her.
But the current situation exceeded her expectations.
How could this happen?
Nolan was like a traveler in the desert, longing for a source of water. Finally, he found a pool of clear
spring water. He kissed it delicately, tasted it, afraid of losing it.
Peytonâs heart was pounding.
She looked at Nolan in the sunlight. His trembling long eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes,
making it difficult for her to discern his thoughts at that moment.
The tenderness that had not been experienced for a long time unexpectedly appeared on Nolan.
Just as she was lost in thought, Nolan suddenly bit her lips hard.
Nolanâs voice was cold, âAre you thinking about him again?â
Peyton was helpless and thought, âOh my goodness, my mind is filled with thoughts of you right now, I
donât have the time to think about anything else.â
Peyton said coldly with a stern face, âNo, how many times do you want me to say it? We are just
ordinary friends.â
âHuh.â He chuckled coldly.
It was obvious that in Nolanâs eyes she was a cheating wife, and he refused to believe anything she
said.
Not only did Nolan not believe, but his emotions became even more extreme. His fingertips caressed
Peytonâs face, his voice heavy, âDid he touch you?â
Peytonâs eyes widened, seemingly not expecting him to say such words. Her voice grew colder, âNo,
you stop right there!â
Every word of his was like a knife cutting open her heart, and then sprinkling salt little by little. The
wounds on her body were nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
âHe touched your hand.â Nolan was like a paranoid child. His fingers slid, trapping her fingers one by
one within his five fingers.
Peyton opened his mouth, but only managed to utter one word in
anger.
She didnât know how to explain.
Peyton had to suppress her emotions and not let herself anger Nolan.
Her compromising posture was also a provocation, and Nolan bent. down to pick her up and headed
toward the bathroom.
Peyton instinctively grabbed at the clothes on his chest. Unpleasant memories resurfaced in her mind,
causing her body to tremble instinctively.
Peyton thought fearfully, âIs he going crazy again?â
Nolan gently placed her in the bathtub and said softly, âDonât be afraid, I will wash you clean.â
Peyton thought Tearfully, âItâs the damn cleaning again!â
Peyton thought of the feeling of cold water penetrating her bones and quickly shook her head, âNolan,
donât, donât treat me like that.â
The shower head turned on, and the rising mist filled the bathroom.
Fortunately, this time it was hot water.
Nolanâs fingers moved, and he began to peel off her coat.
One by one, soon only the last layer remained to cover.
In the past, the two of them had done more intimate things, but Nolan hasnât touched Peyton for two
years.
Having experienced all these ups and downs, Peytonâs emotions. towards him were a complex mix of
love, hate, anger, and various other feelings.
Peyton felt even more disgusted by his touch.
âDonât touch me!â she crossed her arms in front of her chest, refusing Nolanâs approach.
Nolan looked at Peyton. She sat in the bathtub, hugging her knees, with teary eyes and a clear
expression of resistance on her face.
He lowered his head and stared at her with cold, icy eyes.
âWhat? I canât even touch you now?â Nolan sneered.
Peyton clearly felt Nolanâs breath turning extremely cold, especially in those eyes, which had no
warmth at all.
He seemed to misunderstand even more. Nolan didnât say a word as he got up, with a clear sneer in
his eyes, about to leave.
Peyton knew what Nolan wanted to do.
Itâs not her who is unlucky, it must be the people around her.
Peyton grabbed Nolanâs wrist.
âDonât go.â