It took me a while to send Amy home.



When I pushed open the door, William was just putting the last dish on the table.



He was wearing comfortable home clothes, and the apron he was wearing seemed to be a couple's style given by the mall during our last shopping.



Bathed in the warm yellow light from above, the cold - heartedness that he had developed in the business world disappeared completely.



All that was left was a gentle and soft aura.



William walked up to me, took the bag from my hand, and hung it on the coat rack.



Then he bent down, took out my slippers, and placed them beside my feet.



His fingertips naturally landed on the ankle strap of my high - heels, and the warm touch was transferred to my cold skin.



I stiffly took a half - step back and declined William's help.



" I'll do it myself. "



William was a bit stunned but didn't say anything.



" I made your favorite pumpkin stew with spare ribs. Go wash your hands and have dinner while it's hot. "



I silently changed my shoes and walked towards the sink.



As the water flowed through my fingers, my mind went blank.



In the three years of living together, William and I had done many improper things.



Helping me take off my shoes was just a trivial matter.



But when William got close just now, an unusual sense of resistance suddenly welled up in my heart.



I knew the reason but didn't want to admit it.



It was because of Wallis and also because of myself.



In these three years of day - to - day, frog - in - warm - water - style coexistence.



I forgot that our relationship started with a moment of passion after a drunken night, and I forgot that his kindness to me was just out of good manners.



I uncontrollably got trapped and confused physical needs with love.



Wallis's appearance gave me a wake - up call, and I finally woke up.



Fortunately, it's not too late to withdraw now.

I ate this meal without any enthusiasm.



I only took a small half - bowl and then put down my chopsticks and went upstairs to wash up.



When I came out of the bathroom, William was waiting outside.



His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes fixed on me were full of worry.



I didn't know how to treat William at that moment, so I just ignored him.



As we passed by each other, William grabbed my wrist.



He held it tightly, as if he wanted to leave an indelible red mark on my wrist.



" You today..."



I sensed what William wanted to ask.



So, I spoke up before him:



" Do you want to have sex? "



A look of surprise flashed across William's eyes.



I didn't give him a chance to react and took the initiative to stand on my tiptoes and kiss him.



But gradually, William took the initiative.



His palm pressed on the back of my head, and the gentle kiss deepened.



William couldn't even wait to get back to the bedroom a few steps away.



He pushed me back into the bathroom.



The steamy moisture in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet. Through my thin nightgown, I was pressed tightly against the cold and wet tiles.



William was the only source of heat I could hold on to.



I could only wrap my arms around his neck and be forced to accept everything he brought.



I bit my tongue to suppress the tremor in my throat.



It was like a competition. The one who made a sound first would reveal their cards and lose completely.



I didn't want to lose so badly.



A thin layer of sweat dampened my forehead hair, and William reached out to push it aside.



He lowered his head and lovingly kissed away the tears that overflowed from my eyes.



" Don't hold back. Call my name, okay? "



It was always like this.



William always used a soft and coaxing tone to weave an illusion of love and make me sink into it.



Before the uncontrollable sobs came out, I bit down hard on William's shoulder.



Even when I tasted the blood in my mouth, I didn't let go.



William let out a muffled groan in pain and then helplessly chuckled softly in my ear:



" I really can't do anything about you. "



In the end, I was out of strength.



I was carried back to the bedroom by William.



In a daze, I felt my left hand being gently stroked.



I curled my fingertips and asked hoarsely:



" What's wrong? "



William seemed not to expect that I was still awake.



He coughed lightly as if to cover up and clasped my fingers:



" Nothing. Go to sleep. "