Chapter 973: Taking Medicine (8)
Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
Don't they say people don't get angry with people they don't care about?
So why am I so angry?
If she wants to quit halfway and I kick her out, if I never have to see her again, if she doesn't want to see her son again, wouldn't that be just perfect?
Besides, it's torture for her as a mother to see her son's current condition.
But of all the methods to use, did I have to choose the lowest method?
Was it because I've never touched another woman aside from her? Was it because I haven't had sex since she left two years ago? Is that why when she said she doesn't want to do it anymore, I couldn't stop midway?
Han Zhifan suddenly stopped his savage words.
He shut his eyes and waited for a really, really long time before the searing feeling completely disappeared.
After he snapped to reality, he realized she was trembling violently beneath him. He furrowed his brows slightly and slowly opened his eyes to see all the tears on her face.
He had no idea when she started crying, but from the wet strands of hair by her ears, he knew she must've cried for a long time.
Even now, her tears still rolled down her face.
It wasn't as if he hadn't seen women crying, but in that very moment, his lips couldn't help but purse at the sight of her crying face.
Why's she crying? She was the one who accepted this kind of deal!
He should be angry at her, but he couldn't lash out at her in the slightest.
He glared at her endless flow of tears. All of sudden, he turned and got out of bed. "Get out!" he yelled while pointing at the door.
Her body trembled softly when she heard what he said then she continued to lay in bed for a while. She eventually sat up and got out of bed.
She lowered her head, limped and walked over to the tall windows. She picked up her clothes and put one item on after another. Then without saying a single word, she left his bedroom.
He was the only one left in the room, but it was filled entirely with her scent.
He was like a statue as he stared at the big, disheveled bed. After looking at it for a long time, he picked up his bathrobe and put it on. Then he grabbed a box of cigarettes and walked over to the tall windows.
She still hadn't left the building.
He stared at the bottom of his building and took big drags of his cigarette.
When the cigarette was about to be finished, her silhouette finally appeared outside the building.
He thought he had been too heavy-handed earlier. He must've torn her body.
She probably wanted to leave as soon as possible, but she looked like she was in too much pain because she stopped after taking just two steps.
She stood on the spot for a while. Without raising her feet to leave, her gaze fell upon the spot beneath the street light when she sneakily watched over him at night right after she was dumped.
Is she thinking about how she stood there on the lookout?
She stared for a really long time then she lowered her head.
He thought it meant she was going to go, but he never imagined she would actually open her bag and pull out a pack of medicine. She opened it, put a pill in her mouth and swallowed it without any water.