'My thoughts are muddled in dark and hard to believe sentences. The things I wrote, was it really written by me? After all, who am I? Ora, Cynthia or…'
Cynthia didn't even realize that the car has stopped and that her curious husband was silently scanning her fluctuating expressions.
As her soft and fragile fist clenched, she found his hand over hers, "What are you doing?" she gave him a cold shoulder after throwing that frowning gaze over him.
"Something wrong with you, are you going to keeping hiding it?" he creased his brows when his gentle hand was shoved away by her, "Is it because…"
He made a guessing expression while staring her.
She cautiously widened her muddled eyes and swallowed worrying that he might have seen through her.
"Because I left yesterday while you were on the other hand expecting something hot for the night. Were you wishing to see me naked? What a perverted woman!"
