"What do we do now? Let me rub it for you." Logan Ray’s slender fingers landed on his wife’s temples, gently rubbing them, an artist’s fingers, always long and beautiful.
Watching her cozy appearance, he had just started to relax a little when Ava Charles frowned, "Dizzy... nauseous..."
"Shall I take you to see a doctor?" Logan Ray glanced at the time on his wristwatch, his hands continuing their motion.
Ava Charles raised her hand, searching for Logan Ray’s wrist stopping his kneading motion, while her other hand covered her prominently bulging belly, saying, "No need, go see Sister Titus. With the baby keeping me company, maybe I’ll feel better after a rest..."
Logan Ray didn’t speak, his gaze fell on his wife’s petite face, he knew Titus Zane was waiting for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave his wife alone.
During those painful and tough days, it was her careful tenderness and silent companionship that warmed his heart.
She was always so kind, always putting him first, and then herself.
He wasn’t heartless, nor was he cold and unfeeling. With such a gentle and considerate wife, what more could a husband ask for?
"Go on, I feel much better now..."
Ava Charles turned over on the sofa, saying this, but her brows were tightly furrowed together.
Logan Ray knew her consideration well, glancing at the time on his wristwatch, it had been nearly an hour since the appointed time, he sighed quietly, "No need to go, I’ll stay home with you. There will be other chances to meet in the future."
Logan Ray was focused on the time on his watch, missing the fleeting smile on the corners of his wife’s lips.
Unknowingly, Titus Zane has been waiting in the private room for almost two hours, drinking several glasses of juice, looking at the cold dishes in front of her. A few times, she picked up her phone, scrolled to that number, stared at it for a long time, but never made the call.
Everyone has their own business to tend to, Logan Ray is late, perhaps he couldn’t get away.
If he couldn’t get away, she didn’t want to bother him.
Picking up her chopsticks, Titus Zane took a bite of onion.
In the foreign restaurant, this was what they ate most often.
Once completely sick of it, but later, Logan Ray would eat a few bites every day.
She grabbed another piece of stir-fried beef, the beef abroad was all made into steaks; to taste the authentic flavor of home, one had to cook it themselves.
Later, Logan learned to cook for her, and his cooking was quite good, too.
Titus Zane then picked up a black wood ear mushroom, filling her mouth, and as she chewed, she unconsciously curved her lips into a smile.
Logan said, dealing with oil paints every day, eating more wood ear mushrooms helps cleanse the lungs...
Titus Zane had tried a bit of each dish, each one filled with memories, but that original taste, she could never find again...
She once fantasized that if they couldn’t be lovers, they could at least be the best of friends.
It seems she was naive; perhaps there is never pure friendship between men and women.
Her mouth was still chewing slowly, although she hadn’t had breakfast, the delicious food kept rolling around in her mouth but was difficult to swallow.
She grabbed the juice and took a big gulp, swallowing the food in her mouth as if downing medicine, called the waiter to settle the bill, Titus Zane grabbed her handbag, got up, and strode out of the private room.
There was no one left in T City for her to think about.
It was past the lunchtime peak, but the traffic on the streets was still heavy.
There was a minor collision up ahead, and the cars on the road were backed up into a long line.
Logan Ray looked out from the rolled-down car window, honking angrily at the seemingly endless line of vehicles in the distance.
After a burst of noise passed, the sedan still stood still, not moving an inch.
Looking at the time on his wristwatch, Logan Ray opened the door and got out of the car, slammed the car door shut, and ran forward with large strides.,