In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with tension as Jack's usually composed expression shifted into a subtle grimace. His finely chiseled features, so often a picture of stoic indifference, now bore a furrowed brow and a troubled countenance. His voice, typically steady and unflinching, carried a hint of concern as he probed further, "Do you mean someone pushed you?"
Georgia hesitated for a moment, her voice barely audible as she replied in a soft murmur, "It... It's like..."
Her response, shrouded in ambiguity, left Jack perplexed. He couldn't help but furrow his brows deeper, his thoughts racing to comprehend the enigmatic puzzle before him. Just how much had she imbibed that rendered her memory this hazy?
Gazing at Georgia's petite form cocooned beneath the quilt, a hint of frustration welled up within Jack. He extended his hand, unceremoniously pinching her cheek. His voice carried a deliberate, reproachful tone as he admonished, "Who allowed you to consume so much alcohol?"
A sharp pain coursed through her cheek as his fingers dug in, causing Georgia's eyes to well up with tears. She sniffled softly, her voice quivering, "You... You don't care about me."
Infuriated, she tugged at the quilt in annoyance, attempting to shield her face once more. However, her efforts were in vain as Jack's firm grip held the covers in place.
The flames of anger continued to smolder within Jack, his voice holding a note of exasperation, "I am your husband, Georgia. Who else is supposed to care for you if not me?"
Georgia emitted a disdainful snort, obstinately keeping her eyes shut, as if trying to shut out the world and all its troubles.
Observing this enigmatic transformation in her, Jack couldn't help but feel bewildered. She had always been as gentle as a rabbit, sweet and accommodating. Today, however, she appeared irritable and confrontational, as if deliberately picking a fight.
Nonetheless, even in her current disposition, he found her oddly endearing, like a rare, precious bloom with thorns.
After a brief pause, he decided to ease his tone, choosing a softer approach as he asked, "Did I offend you in some way, Georgia?"
Georgia's lips pouted, her voice laced with certainty, "Yes, it's you!"
Jack regarded her with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "How did I manage to offend you?"
"You..." Georgia began, but her words trailed off suddenly. She extended her hand, pushing against him, her voice growing cold, "You'd better spend time with other women and leave me alone!"
Jack was momentarily taken aback, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words.
Other women? When had he been with other women?
A memory flickered in his mind—the lunch meeting today at the restaurant with Su Ling. They had merely discussed business matters. Privately, they had no connection whatsoever, merely coincidentally bumping into each other at the restaurant's entrance.
Jack raised an eyebrow, his voice a mix of curiosity and bemusement, "Are you jealous?"
As Georgia listened to his question, the flush that had receded from her cheeks surged back, painting her delicate features with shades of pink. She retorted with defiance, "Jealous? No way!"
A faint, knowing smile played on Jack's lips as he extended his hand to seize the quilt that Georgia had wrapped around herself. He gently pulled her into his arms, effectively immobilizing her.
He restrained her hands, and with a deft move, turned her face to meet his gaze by pinching her chin. His voice dropped to a sultry, intimate tone as he inquired, "Are you sure?"
Georgia's eyes locked with his, her heart inexplicably sinking as she bit her lip, stubbornly insisting, "I'm sure..."
Inwardly, she tried to convince herself that her discomfort was merely a consequence of her newfound status as a wife, a role she was still adjusting to.
Watching the depth of emotion swirling in the woman's eyes, Jack conveyed his intentions with a hint of authority, "Regardless, from now on, you must take good care of yourself."
As the night deepened and the world outside the window settled into a tranquil hush, their conversation lingered in the air like a melody, echoing through the chambers of their hearts. Jack, though often enigmatic and reserved, had a profound understanding of Georgia's intricate emotions. And Georgia, despite her initial resistance, found solace in the warmth of her husband's embrace, realizing that perhaps, beneath his stern exterior, he cared more deeply for her than she had ever imagined.
In this intimate, shared moment, their love story continued to evolve, like a beautifully woven tapestry, rich in complexity, yet bound by the unbreakable threads of affection and understanding.