Chapter 167
Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey
Chapter 167 Consumed By Jealousy This was a text that Nancy didnât dare to reply to, and she didnât dare to ask him for the reason either, afraid that she would receive the answer that had been repeated so many times before.
Moreover, men kissed for various reasons-pity, impulse, and desire. She no longer dared to hope for anything or harbor any unrealistic dreams.
That night, both of them went to bed very late. The next day, when Nancy walked out of her room, she found Nicholas awake and busy in the kitchen.
As a delicious smell wafted out of the kitchen, the doorbell suddenly rang, and she went to answer it.
Seeing that it was Christian standing outside, she paused for a second before snapping back to her senses. âOh, itâs you, Christian. What brings you here?â
âI thought it might be inconvenient for you since youâre living alone with a twisted foot, so I brought you breakfast. After this, I can also drop you off at the hospital,â he said casually.
Nancyâs heart was filled with unease as she scratched her head. The fact that Nicholas was inside now made her feel overwhelmed. Thanks, Christian. Youâre-â
She wasnât able to finish her sentence because Nicholas suddenly dashed over, his voice as cold as ice when he spoke. âSince when do cops have this much free time on their hands that they can even deliver breakfast for others?â
At the sight of Nicholas, Christian was taken aback but quickly accepted it. Theyâre married, to begin with. Maybe Nancy moved out because they fought. Itâs nothing out of the ordinary for them to live together again after theyâve worked out their differences.
Suppressing the surprise in his eyes, Christian replied politely, âIâll extend my help whenever my friend needs it, but since your husband is here, I wonât impose myself any longer.â With that, he turned to leave.
Looking at the breakfast in his hands, Nancy was touched and quickly stopped him. âWait... If Iâm right, you havenât had breakfast either. Since weâre friends, letâs have breakfast together.â
Before Christian could answer, Nicholas was already furious. He had woken up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for her, but it couldnât compare to the one Christian had bought for her.
Reaching out, he shut the front door, dragged Nancy into the room, and then closed the room door with a loud bang.
âNicholas, what are you- doing? She couldnât finish her sentence because Nicholas had suddenly held her head and sealed her lips.
Uh. Let Uh go she struggled to say, but the more she fought back, the deeper he kissed her âYouâve lost your mind, Nicholas!â
While she was speaking, he found the opportunity to escalate. Right now, he was no different from an enraged hon, trying to prove his existence so desperately that he had resorted to the most foolish and unpleasant way 1/3 Unbeknownst to him, his actions would only push Nancy further away from him. When he finally released her, his eyes were bloodshot, and several times, he almost lost control.
Nancyâs face was also burning. With her head lowered, she sobbed silently, her hair and clothes in complete disarray.
His anger diminished greatly when he saw her crying, but the fact that she rejected being intimate with him so strongly made him feel even more suffocated in his chest.
âDo you hate me that much?â he asked.
Hanging her head, she straightened out her hair and clothes. After a while, she lifted her face and croaked in the most heartbreaking tone, âWhat do you take me for? You only kiss me whenever you want me, but Iâm a person with my own thoughts and emotions, not a tool for you to use when you want to vent your frustrations.â
Hah, a tool to vent my frustrations? Is that how she sees it? At this moment, Nicholas felt like a fool, and a stabbing pain struck his chest. His lips curled upward as he sneered. âNancy, no matter what I do, I canât be compared to Christian in your heart, can I?â
âYouâre you, and heâs him. Itâs impossible to compare the two of you,â she answered.
He was her youth and memories, the romance that was etched deepest into her heart. It was a deep love that she couldnât express to him..
On the other hand, Christian was a friend to her-a very dear friend whom she cherished, held in high regard, and wouldnât want to lose easily.
A friend and a lover were completely separate entities, so there was no comparison between the two. However, Nicholas interpreted her words differently.
âHeh... Thereâs no comparison, huh?â Nicholas murmured, looking at Nancy, and a self-deprecating chuckle escaped his lips.
âWhat a way to put it. Youâre right; I canât be compared to him in your heart. Heâs the important one, and Iâm nothing.â Turning around, he didnât look back as his tall, well-built figure slowly walked away.
For some unknown reason, Nancy felt that his back was filled with loneliness and sorrow. But what is he sad about?
Right before he completely disappeared, she opened her mouth and shouted, âYouââ
However, as soon as she said one word, she abruptly stopped herself. So what if I say it? Even if I tell him that heâs wrong and heâs the most important person in my heart, what will change? Itâs been over between us for a long time.
They had been married for two years, even though they hadnât spent every single day together, they had spent some intimate time together. There was no spark between us even after such a long time together Why would things change now?
Nicholas left, and Nancy stared at the oatmeal porridge that was still cooking on the stove and turned uff the stove before e it in silence stressed as she left the house Although the swelling on her ankle had greatly reduced, it sul 9/3 hurt a little, and because she left the house a little later than usual, she was worried that she would be late.
At the gate of her neighborhood, she saw Christian leaning against his car, his tall, slender figure especially eye-catching.
Nancy hurried over to him. âWhy are you still here? I thought you had already left!â
âI saw your husband leave and was worried that you wouldnât be able to catch a cab, so I decided to wait for you.â
âThank you. Youâre so considerate, Christian.â
In the car, Christian couldnât help but say, âIâm sorry about what happened in the morning.â
Nancy turned to him in surprise. âWhy are you apologizing?â
âBecause it seems like my presence has caused some misunderstanding between the two of you.â
Upon hearing that, she shook her head. âThatâs not true. Youâre overthinking the situation, Christian. The issue lies between him and me, and youâre not the cause of it.â Worried that he wouldnât believe her, she insisted, âItâs true.â
âMay I ask something personal?â he inquired.
âOf course.â She nodded.
âIs there any conflict or misunderstanding between the two of you?â
Misunderstanding? Nancy repeated the word in her mind. It would be ideal if it were merely a misunderstanding, but the problem between them couldnât be easily dismissed as such. They had experienced too many things and missed out on too much as well.
âI donât want to hide this from you, but there is indeed a problem between us, and itâs a serious one. The divide between us is significant. It cannot be resolved with a few words, nor can it be fixed with at snap of the fingers.â
âThen, do you still love him?â Christian asked, suddenly fixing his mesmerizing eyes on her.
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