Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 96
Since then Gerald's eyes have not been diverted from Cathleen's figure. Both corneas follow wherever the wife moves. Even just the back of the body is still noticed.
“Cath?” After four months of marriage, Gerald first called his wife's name. Usually he was very passive, only answering and responding to the words of Cathleen alone. I don't know what the wind was until the man called his wife.
“Ya?” Cathleen immediately twisted her body as much as one hundred and eighty degrees after putting dirty clothes and towels into the laundry basket. “You need my help?” tanyanya. He stood there with a sweet face smiling.
“Can I ask for help?”
“Of course.” Cathleen was of course very happy if needed. She feels she is on the side of her husband if so.
“Please dry my hair as usual,” pinta Gerald with his face that is still minimal expression and seems flat.
“Wait a minute, I'll take hairdryer.” Cathleen immediately approached the wardrobe where she kept the clothes and tools she was carrying. He had already moved all the luggage into the storage area to make it neater and easier to find as well.
Gerald commented with a smile as he watched Cathleen enthusiastically fulfill her request. But his face immediately returned flat when the wife turned to her and swung her legs with a hairdryer.
Cathleen plugged the hairdryer into a power source, turned it on and it was directed at Gerald's hair.
Cathleen and Gerald did not engage in the slightest conversation. The two faced each other where Cathleen was standing and Gerald was sitting.
Gerald's straight gaze was directly fixed on Cathleen's chest, because the position of the bed was quite high plus her body was also high.
“Why today is the search only for a moment? Usually until night.” To remove the silence, Cathleen began a conversation.
Cathleen stopped the movement of her hands, taking a step back so that she could see her husband's face whether sad or not. But, Gerald's face was the same, flat. It made it difficult to judge the man's mood. “Are you ok?”
Gerald did not immediately reply with words. He pulled Cathleen's hand until the distance was growing. And suddenly both of Gerald's hands were already coiled around his wife's body with his head propped up on the woman's chest.
“I don't know. I should be sad, but I can't cry. But I'm not happy either,” replied Gerald. His eyes closed as if he was seeking tranquility from his wife.
“Maybe because you are still surprised, so can't understand your own feelings yet.” Cathleen's left hand was used to pat Gerald on the back, while the right stroked the short hair that had not been completely dry.
Cathleen is happy, this is the first hug from her husband even though it must be backgrounded by an event of the discovery of real evidence Gerald's lover is gone. But it doesn't matter to him, as long as it helps ease Gerald's mind.
“Just cry if you want to shed your tears. I won't see or tell your family the sadness you're feeling. Don't be shy to make an expression, I'm your wife,” Cathleen said.
Cathleen tries to persuade Gerald to let out an emotion of sadness that seems to accumulate in the heart. She wanted to reduce her husband's risk of depression for the second time due to not being able to express everything he was feeling.
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...So rich you want to waste Ge? Ckckck your eyes are rich because of the droplet insto a bottle of sampe gabisa see the kindness of the sweet-ass Cat...
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