Jiang Tingxu was startled. When she came back to her senses, she had pushed his chest away. She wanted to get up, but she forgot that his hands were still grabbing her waist.
“Let go.” It was almost a whimper.
Mo Boyuan detected that something was wrong and immediately let go. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
He never got a response. He could see that Jiang Tingxu was panicking, her body trembling as she staggered into the bedroom.
Bang!
She had closed the door from the inside.
Mo Boyuan had got to his feet to go after her, but he was still too late. He had been shut outside of the door.
He had wanted to knock, but he held himself back. He was pacing back and forth at the door. He couldn’t figure it out—it was just a kiss. Why was his wife’s reaction so drastic?
Meanwhile, Jiang Tingxu had stumbled into the bathroom. She had turned on the pipe. Water was gushing into the sink. She had splashed cold water on her face repeatedly, and at this moment, she was much composed. She propped her hands on the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
The woman in the mirror was laughing self-deprecatingly.
My, oh, my, Jiang Tingxu. Have you not learned your lesson yet? Have you forgotten what you’ve been through?
Jiang Tingxu hadn’t felt much about Mo Boyuan’s increasing insatiable desire. She thought that she was over him for good, so she couldn’t care less.
But the kiss—
She couldn’t control her palpitating heart. It had ignited everything. The problem was apparent—she still couldn’t get over Mo Boyuan. She had been lying to herself.
She’d only registered at this instance that she’d kissed him back unknowingly. Coming to the realization, Jiang Tingxu was bewildered and freaking out. She didn’t know how to face the truth, and she didn’t know how she should convince herself.
Did she still care about him? The answer was yes—that was what her heart told her. There’s no mistake. Because this feeling was familiar. Too familiar.
She laughed ironically.
Before long, Mo Boyuan had asked the resort manager to send the key over. He opened the door, but only to have found her hollow laughter echoing in the bathroom.
Mo Boyuan had felt his heart skipped a beat. He panicked.
He strode forward and pulled her close as if this was the only way to have his uncontrollable emotions soothed. It felt horrible—like his world had come crashing down.
At this moment, the resort manager had led the staff out of the room and shut the door. “Do not ever speak of today again,” he instructed.
“Understood.” Everyone wasn’t ignorant. If the resort staff were to speak of it, the consequences would not be something they could imagine and bear.
In the bathroom, Jiang Tingxu’s entire body was stiff. She was still chuckling sarcastically.
“Honey. Honey?” Mo Boyuan had a worried look on his face. His voice was strained.
Seeing her unresponsiveness, he had cradled her in his arms and held her up. “Let’s go to the hospital. Now.”
Hearing that, Jiang Tingxu had finally responded, “No. There’s no need.”
It didn’t matter whether she went to the hospital or not. It was useless anyway. Jiang Tingxu knew very well that there was nothing wrong with her physical health.
“Let’s get a doctor to check on you. I’m worried about you, Honey.”
Jiang Tingxu frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m fine.”
Then, she signaled him to put her on the ground.
Mo Boyuan didn’t want to go against her will. He’d let her go in an instant. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling ill?”
Jiang Tingxu shook her head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
Did she just say she was okay? He’d seen it with his own eyes—she wasn’t doing alright. She was nowhere close to being okay. Be it a few minutes ago or right now.
“Mo Boyuan, do you want to know the truth?”