"....I don't like a disappointed wife who's mad at her husband."
Did I hear that right?
Did he really mean that?
Suddenly I didn't want to let him go, as he stood up and turns his back on me, I produced a low painful cry, holding my leg only to gain his attention. He looks back at me with... was that concern in his cold eyes?
I wanted to ask him what kind of wife did he want but then I bit my tongue as it sounded, going a bit overboard. I didn't want to sound clingy as well but instead, I wanted to remain in his company for as long as I could while being a fake wife for him.
"What's wrong? Is it still hurting?"
Yes, it's hurting in my heart and your presence near might only be the cure.
