Chapter 8


    A warm, fluffy nket was draped over me. The next moment, I


    felt a soft kiss on my cheek.


    Afterward, I could hear him shuffling around the room, eventually


    realizing that he was cleaning up the mess we had made. My


    heart clenched inside my chest with a strange, foreign emotion


    that I couldn?t ce my finger on.


    When he finished cleaning, he carried me to my bedroom and


    tucked me in, even remembering to pour a ss of water and set


    it out on my nightstand. What a good… friend.


    Absolutely worn out, I drifted off to sleep not long after he left


    the house.


    I vaguely registered someone lying down next to me in my sleep.


    When I jerked awake, I saw Lyle sprawling on the bed, reeking of


    alcohol.


    So he hadn?t gone to seekfort in another woman but in


    alcohol instead?


    I pinched my nose as disgust welled up inside me. Even so, I got


    out of bed to draw a bath for him. Then I helped him out of his


    clothes and into the tub before going downstairs to prepare some


    pain relief pills for his oing hangover.


    I used to do this regrly for him in the past as I pitied him for


    staying out sote to attend business dinners and meetings, but


    looking back on it now, I wanted tough at my own stupidity. He


    hadn?t deserved my pity at all.


    After downing the pain relief pills, Lyle caught me off guard by


    pressing me onto the bed and trying to kiss me, the aftertaste of


    alcohol still in his mouth.


    As he sat on top of me like a king sitting atop a throne, I knew


    that he had to either still be drunk or be mistaking me for


    another girl.


    I turned my head to one side to avoid his mouth. Sex between us


    had never been amon urrence. Moreover, I had grown an


    aversion to it after finding out that he was cheating on me.


    However, he didn?t take the hint, hovering over me and kissing


    my ear as his hands slipped under my pajamas. “Dear…”


    Christopher had done this exact same thing to me before, but it


    felt gross when Lyle was the one doing it.


    I briefly wondered if I had gotten addicted to Christopher as


    well. Is the saying that the best way to a girl?s heart is through


    their body true after all?


    “It?ste. We should get some sleep,” I told Lyle with my hands


    pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him away.


    “Besides, you have work tomorrow morning.”


    Without another word, I turned my back to him and pulled the


    covers all the way up to my chin.


    He didn?t say anything, flipping over and quickly dozing off.


    Was he hoping for this? For me to not return his affections?


    Lyle continued toe homete for the next few days. Although


    he no longer smelled of alcohol, he didn?t dare look me in the


    eye, just like before.


    My love for him had died out a long time ago, and I was getting


    ready to divorce him.


    Christopher, on the other hand, kept making frequent trips to the


    house, calling me “Yvonne” in public and “minx” in bed.


    “Did you miss me, little minx?” He appeared in my living room


    out of nowhere once again.


    Before I even had the time to react, he had already pulled me


    into his embrace.


    I turned my head slightly to squint at him. “Did you secretly steal


    a set of my house keys?” I was sure that I had locked the front


    door.


    “What do you mean by ?steal??” He held his key up in the air,


    waving it around with an innocent smile. “I?ve always had one.”


    Oh. I had forgotten that when the locks in our house were broken


    about half a year ago, Lyle had done nothing to fix the problem.


    Instead, Christopher had been the one to go out and find a


    locksmith for us.


    Does that mean he?s had our house key for half a year


    now? What does he n to do with it?


    “Have you nned on sleeping with me for six months straight?”


    I inquired curiously.


    His smile faded, reced by apletely serious expression.


    “You were always mine, to begin with.”


    I was moved by the statement. However, there was a small voice


    in the back of my head, reminding me that men?s serenades and


    praises were not to be fully trusted. In fact, Lyle served as a good


    example.


    He startedughing like an idiot when I didn?t reply. “I?m hungry.


    What are we eating today?”


    “Caramelized pork.” N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    Instantly, his expression soured as if recalling the taste of the


    awful caramelized pork from before.


    “Can we eat something else? Please, Eve?” he whined, nuzzling


    his face against the crook of my neck.


    Holding back myughter, I asked, “Why? Did you not like it


    when I cooked for youst time?”


    He raised an eyebrow. “I loved it,” he forced out.


    This time, I couldn?t stop myughter from escaping me.