Han Jingnian's hands clenched into fists, scowling at her with bitter irony, the look in his eyes brewing an imminent storm.
Xia Wan'an noticed Han Jingnian's silence, considered it, and added a sentence, "…More importantly, I won't let others know that I live in your house. I won't let anyone know about our relation…"
Before Xia Wan'an could finish her sentence, she was pushed onto the bed by a great force.
He suddenly felt pathetic and sad, as if he had gone to such lengths just to make sure she was indeed his wife.
He didn't ask for much, nor did he intend to lose his temper. His rush to return was only out of concern for her well-being.
He wasn't asking much. All he wanted was for her to bravely admit to him when she was in trouble. But no, she kept sidestepping the issue, talking circles around him.
In that moment, he felt a great distance between them, so great that he felt a gradual resentment taking root in his heart.
