14
On the way home.
I thought about a lot.
Thinking about throwing the diary in his face as soon as I pushed open the door.
“You bastard, you thought I was cheating? Is that the kind of person I am in your eyes?”
“You have a mouth just for eating? Why didn’t you ask me?”
“Too scared to ask? What happened to that decisive, bold business style of yours? Did a dog eat it?”
“You’re all talk when it comes to solving my problems, but when it comes to your own, you just put on a leash? And it’s a dog leash at that.”
I cursed and grumbled all the way.
But as soon as I pushed open the door, I was immediately suffocated by the damp,
oppressive air in the living room.
Adrian’s figure was hidden in the darkness, his long fingers tightly gripping a document,
his knuckles deathly white, desperately suppressing his urge to destroy everything.
“Olivia, tell me, why do you… why do you insist on divorce?”
I stared at him in shock, making out in the light that the document in his hand was a
divorce agreement.
Damn, the divorce agreement I casually asked my assistant to draft this morning had actually been sent directly to Adrian.
Given that Adrian would lose control like a mad dog at the mention of divorce.
I scratched my head, hurriedly explaining: “Adrian, this is a misunderstanding, I don’t want to divorce you…”
“Is that so? A misunderstanding?”
Adrian suddenly calmed down, his voice becoming flat, as if asking me about the
weather.
I pursed my lips, quickly organizing the whole incident in my mind, just about to speak-
But I was suddenly interrupted by him.
His voice was low and hoarse, as if laced with ice, carrying an irresistible command.
“Olivia, now, immediately, right away-come here and kiss me.”
My whole body stiffened, almost thinking I had misheard, and I instinctively looked up at
him.
Adrian was still wearing that well-tailored black suit from this morning, his polished
handmade leather shoes gleaming coldly in the light, his whole demeanor like…
A domineering Dom looking down from above.
My throat tightened, startled by my own thoughts, but when I looked up, I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes.
I sighed, walked over, and under his suspicious gaze, kissed him hard, our lips and tongues intertwining and exploring.
“What else do you want me to do?” I asked breathlessly when we parted.
Adrian’s eyes were dark, still without a hint of trust, as he spoke word by word about the thing he had always avoided and concealed.
“If we divorce, I will really kill that lively little bastard you have outside.”
So he was threatening me with this.
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 very happy being pampered, please keep it up.”
“But then again, why didn’t you come ask me? Are you a modern-day ninja turtle? This
habit of not speaking up is not to be encouraged. It 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 compare to…”
“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.”
