“If we divorce, I will really kill that lively lite
So he was threatening me with this.
bastard you have outside.”
I laughed, “I don’t have any lively little bastard outside, but I do have a self–pitying old man at home.”
Adrian was stunned for a second, then said fiercely: “Then whoever you’ve had feelings for, I’ll hurt them…”
“I’ve only ever had feelings for you, so how are you going to hurt yourself?”
Adrian suddenly froze, the gloom in his eyes instantly dissipating, his fingertips trembling slightly.
I sighed helplessly, slowly caressing his face:
“I’ve read the diary, Mr. Adrian. Your writing is not bad, and your imagination is even more extraordinary”
“It’s just that your brain isn’t working too well, conjuring up a whole drama of a desperate husband whose wife is cheating? Can’t tell the difference between mosquito bites and hickeys?”
“But working out and dressing up to try to please me is praiseworthy. I like it, I’m
happy being pampered, please keep it up.”
speaking up is not to be encouraged. It
“But then again, why didn’t you come ask me? Are you a modern–day ninja turtle? This habit of made me want to jump up and slap you twice.”
Adrian’s ears turned red rapidly, he pinched himself in disbelief again and again, and finally stammered after a long while, speaking very softly.
“You can slap me now too, I won’t dodge…”
Me: ?
After a few seconds of silence.
Adrian suddenly dropped all pretenses, burying his face in my neck, silently shedding tears.
“I was afraid that if I asked, you would tell me the truth and then propose divorce, after all, I really can’t
“I’d rather delude myself and avoid the truth than divorce you.”
“As long as you were still willing to come home, I could pretend nothing had happened.”
I felt a bit heartbroken, cupping his face.
My fingertips brushed over his red nose from crying, watching his wet eyelashes clump together.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh Adrian, you controlled yourself too well, it made me think for a while that maybe you didn’t love me.”
“My mention of divorce had nothing to do with anyone else, it was just because I mistakenly thought you didn’t love me, I was just throwing a
tantrum…”
“I don’t want to divorce you either.”
Adrian’s voice was muffled: “How could I not love you? I could even convince myself to tolerate you doing those things, you have no idea how much I love you.”
15
After resolving the misunderstanding.
The water in the bathtub sloshed all night long.
