She's tired, exhausted… Okay, she'll rest for a while, just for a while…
'Thanks, Ace.' She moved her lips. Ace looked at her face, smiling so cleanly.
It wasn't until the sound of steady breathing reached his ears that Ace let go of his hand. He slowly sat on the side of the bed, looking at Demi Moore. The girl looked small and seemed to occupy only a third of the bed; her face was a little pale and seemed much thinner than when he first met. He pinched his face a little; there was some meat, and his body was getting better and better, but he felt that she was getting worse and worse.
His hand gently caressed her face, the emotion so delicate that he loved it and didn't want to let go. "Demi..." His voice was a little panicked, as if something was swollen, warm, also painful; he didn't know what to call it.
He just knew he wouldn't leave her, really couldn't.
Bowing his head again, he kissed her lightly on the face in a motion he had learned on television, which was quite good.
Standing up to go to the computer, he wanted to surprise her. He wanted to see that when she opened her eyes tomorrow, the file on the table was clean; she wouldn't have to stay up late and get up early.
Holding the file on the table, his face was severe; there would be nothing else except for fingers typing on the keyboard. But at this moment, Demi Moore unconsciously turned around; her breath was pale, obviously sleeping very profoundly, the corner of her lips slightly curved. Was dreaming a beautiful dream?
The wind outside gently blew in; the man's face under the lamplight looked unusually deep, and his body now revealed a noble aura unlike ordinary people, but this was only for a moment.
In the end, what he forgot, no one knows.
At this time in the Hulce family, without one person, it was still the same old appearance. Tom Hulce stood in front of the window, cigarette in hand. The smoke clouded his face, a bit gloomy and speechless.
Suddenly throwing down the cigarette, he turned and glanced at the house once. Why does it feel a bit strange? The other person's breath is becoming increasingly faint; for some reason, it makes his heart very sad.
Demi Moore, good, very good. The corners of his lips curled up, cold as ice; the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. She has the right to find a man in such a short time.
But she should have earned it a long time ago.
He could not forget what he saw in the store that day; she bent down to put on the other man's shoes, which he had never enjoyed, even though she was once his wife.
He didn't like her to treat other people better than him; he not only disliked them but was extremely disgusted.
"Tom..." A soft voice broke his train of thought, he instinctively narrowed his eyes, staring unhappily at the person coming, but when he realized who it was, he quickly hid the emotion in his eyes.
Mary Wickes drew near, suddenly seeing an unprecedented distaste in his eyes, her heart sinking, sensing a vague sort of danger. Until now, he has been very gentle with her; although it cannot be said to be obedient, she agrees to everything he wants, even with special surprises.
But when did their relationship start to change? He still loves her, but why not as intensely as before? She is getting closer and closer to him, but it seems he is getting further and further away from her.
"Tom, you seem to have a lot of things to say lately. Can't you tell me?" She spoke with concern, but Tom Hulce made no reply.
Mary Wickes smiled reluctantly, pain in her eyes. She approached him and raised her head to see Tom Hulce's intense eyes; there was also an evident emotion of 'born not near.'
Gritting her teeth, Mary Wickes suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's waist, resting her head on his chest. Tom Hulce didn't push her away; his hand loosened a little, finally hugging her. This is the girl he loves. But strangely, they've moved in together, and he still doesn't want to marry her. In his consciousness, he still has a wife; it's just that they have been divorced for a long time.
"Tom, what do you think? How many times did I call, and you still can't hear me?" Mary Wickes raised her beautiful face, her eyes filled with tears; the faint scent of perfume instantly made Tom Hulce feel panic: "Tom, do you regret it?" She raised her head, stared into his eyes, and realized his body shook non-stop.
Regret, regret what? Tom Hulce hugged Mary Wickes tightly, but one word fell into contemplation because of her. Regret what? He cheated, he divorced, or something else?
But now it isn't very sensible to say this and that, what happened, he can't do it again, and it's not his personality. Living with Demi Moore for so long has made him tired of familiar feelings like the other country; he can't even remember why there were so many people that day; he just took a glance and immediately chose an ordinary person like her.
He still believes in his choice; although he is not in love with Demi Moore, she is also a good wife. Perhaps if he hadn't met Mary Wickes, he would still live with her like that. Anyway, he needed a wife; he needed a family.
Regret, he never thought; this Tom Hulce has never had to regret because he has never done things to make himself regret. But it seems he has some now, still stubbornly refusing to admit it.
"No problem." His voice was shallow, but Mary Wickes could still hear its pressure, which had never happened, at least not in front of her. Their time together was only a few short months, certainly not compared to Demi Moore's two years, but she believed he would ultimately become hers one day. In the business world, perhaps Tom Hulce is a cold-hearted person, but he is also a prudent man, never wanting to show his gentleness.
And he's not an evil man. After marriage, he rarely interacts with other girls, and nasty rumors are scarce, except for a low-key wife in the house (i.e., not letting many people know); his side is no longer there any other girl.
But this was just before Mary Wickes appeared.
If he had to feel ashamed of anyone, it had to be his ex-wife, Demi Moore. He admits that he is selfish, has a wife, and wants a lover, but he still doesn't understand why. When she sees the other thing, she asks for a divorce.
He had already prepared the divorce petition for a long time, but when he looked at the gentle face and gentle voice calling him 'husband' of the other girl, he couldn't be cruel. He can be offensive to anyone but two people; one is his wife, and the other is the person he loves the most.
But when he had to stand between these two girls, in the end, he still chose the one he loved. However, things are not as he imagined; he is still ashamed of that girl...
It turned out that he also didn't want her to know everything, so the intimate scene between her and the other man was dazzling, making him feel like his heart was weighed down, breaking the rules uncomfortable, even throbbing pain.
But he knew his world didn't have Demi Moore, and he didn't want to lose Mary Wickes either.
"Tom, I love you." Hearing his reply, Mary Wickes smiled, feeling a little pain in her heart again, for he was still hesitant. She suddenly hugged Tom Hulce tightly, taking the initiative to kiss his lips. Their 'relationship' has always been good, but it's also very intense; this man is a wonderful person, especially his energy, always used up, makes her happy and equally satisfying.
Tom Hulce slightly furrowed his eyebrows, letting the girl kiss his lips; not long after he began to change from passive to active, the movement also gradually increased. This kind of feeling was something Demi Moore couldn't give him; his relationship with her was always as cold as water, and even being 'intimate' wouldn't be too intense. But Mary Wickes was different; she could take all his energy, and this combination satisfied him immensely.
The two frantically pulled each other's clothes, temporarily forgetting everything, tightly entangled.
Two bodies now tore the sizeable sumptuous bed; the room seemed to be no longer breathing someone, perhaps, soon will completely disappear.
On the floor, there are scattered clothes.
On the bed were two people moving their bodies, performing the most primitive movement of humanity. They were like wild beasts, fiercely robbing each other's bodies of pleasure.
In the room, there was the intense gasp of the man and the girl, but outside the window, there was only a piece of empty silence.
The fierce love passed by, and the man sat on the bed, holding the girl in his arms.