Chapter 3 Despicable
Frightened, Ashley glared at me and scowled in a low voice, “You’re on the phone with Walter?”
I met her gaze and nodded innocently. “Yes. I accidentally dialed his cell when you came.”
“You…”
Her angry pale face pleased me. The call was still connected. Walter had been silent. After a long time, he said calmly, “I’m hanging up if that’s all.”
Obviously, he had taken this incident as a farce.
Seeing that I hung up, Ashley glared at me furiously. “You’re so despicable.”
Despicable?
I smiled. “Maybe you don’t understand the meaning of despicable. You’re in my house. You were asking me to leave my husband like you were entitled. How could you call me despicable?”
“Tabatha, Walter loves me.” Ashley was royally pissed off and used all her strength to convince me that Walter loved her.
I nodded, having no intention of retorting her. I pointed at the door and dropped my fake smile before saying curtly, “The door is this way. Bye.”
Ashley was reluctant to give up. She scowled, “Don’t be so arrogant. You wouldn’t have the chance to marry Walter if I wasn’t married at that time. Walter would never love a stone-hearted monster like you…”
I didn’t plan to throw her out but she annoyed me with her babbling. I got up and pushed her out.
After closing the door, I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache creeping in. My marriage with Walter was getting more and more meaningless.
I wasn’t sleepy at all as I slept too much during the day. This was how an irregular sleeper was made.
Walter came home at 1 a.m. I was surprised when I heard the sound of his car’s engine outside. I gave Ashley a hard time earlier that day. Knowing her vindictive nature, I didn’t think she would let Walter come home.
“Why are you still up?” Walter asked while changing out his shoes in the foyer and hanging up his coat.
I scrolled through my tablet and said aloofly, “I slept too much during the day.”
The couch sank as Walter sat down next to me. He glanced at my tablet and frowned. “Do you want to renovate the house?”
His hot breath tickled my ear. I put down the tablet and looked at him. “Can I?”
Walter nodded expressionlessly, “It’s your house too. You can make the call.”
He glanced at his watch and got up. “It’s late. Let’s get to bed.”
Watching his tall figure, I had trouble seeing through his mind. He bought this house and decorated it while dating Ashley. The proof of their love was all over the house. Why would he agree to renovate the house so easily?
I didn’t care about it because, in the two years I lived here, I didn’t find any problems. But Ashley’s words disgusted me. I came up with the idea on a whim.
Walter wasn’t in bed when I came inside. There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. He was taking a shower.
I made the bed, lay down, and started watching short videos.
Soon, Walter exited the bathroom with only a towel on his waist. He was always fit. His firm ch*st and dark skin gave him a sense of wildness and power.
I couldn’t help but turn my attention from the videos to the S**y man in front of me. Walter noticed my gaze and glanced at me. He walked over and threw a towel at me before saying coldly, “Dry my hair.”
I was confused.
At that moment, I was at a loss as we never talked unless it was necessary in these two years. Drying each other’s hair was too intimate.
Walter had sat on the bed. I hesitated before getting up and kneeling beside him to dry his hair.
Although his short hair was thick, it didn’t take long to dry them completely.
I put down the towel and was ready to lie back down. Yet, Walter pulled me in his arms smoothly. I looked up at him dazedly and stuttered, “Walter…”
Different from my panicked reaction, Walter was acting so normal, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. After two years of marriage, we had formed an understanding.
Knowing what Walter was doing, I followed his lead as usual.
But everything stopped when his hand slid down and touched my belly. I looked up at him when I noticed he was acting weird.
“What…what’s wrong?”
