Those were all the reasons he liked her, and whether he told Betsy or not was not important. What he had always felt guilty about was that during their three years of marriage, he hadn't been able to protect Betsy well.
"It's already twelve o'clock, baby. Aren't you sleepy yet?" Jared adjusted his mood, smiled, and looked at Betsy.
Betsy had wanted Jared to say more, but seeing that he didn't intend to, she awkwardly said, "Oh, good night."
Jared whispered "good night," turned off the light by the bedside cabinet, helped Betsy cover the quilt, and then lay down.
Perhaps it was because Betsy had just learned how attentive Jared had been to her in the past, that she had many dreams that night.
All the dreams were related to Jared, and she could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood. The only thing she could feel was Jared's deep love.
"Baby?"
Upon hearing Jared's voice, Betsy tried to open her eyes, but still felt as if she was in a dream, as if she was in reality.
