Chapter 132
Kaleb locked the front door, placed the shoes I had taken off into the shoe cabinet, then changed into diggers, 1 down the car keys, and entered the kitchen. He washed his hands and poured a glass of cold milk from for refrigerator, heating it up in a double boiler. A few minutes later, he knocked on my door while holding a warm glass of milk.
I opened the door, my clear eyes appearing lifeless, my face looking haggard, and a sense of subners comedy enveloping me. Kaleb handed over the warm milk. “Drink it, don’t think too much, go to bed eady”
“Thank you,” I said, taking the warm cup in my hands.
Kaleb didn’t leave; he quietly watched me, I was a bit confused and didn’t know whether to close the door or to drink the milk. I hesitated for a moment, and then, in front of Kaleb, I drank all the milk in one gulp. Kalab reached out his hand to take the cup. I returned the cup to him. He stared at the milk stain on my lips and said, Go wash your face before going to sleep.” He put down his words and turned towards the kitchen, holding the cup.
I looked at his back, feeling a soft and inexplicably sour sensation deep in my heart. He was originally a very gentle and caring man, refined and gentlemanly. Tonight, he gave me the respect I deserved and also showed grea respect to my family. He just didn’t love me, that’s all, and he didn’t do anything wrong
I closed the door in despair, no longer longing for Kaleb’s affection; after all, it was only pity, not love.
The next morning, I slept until I woke up naturally. When I woke up and was getting ready, I noticed that my eyes were a bit swollen. I rinsed them with cold water for a while. I cleaned up and changed into pajamas. The weather today was a bit hot. I wore a thin white cotton T–shirt, paired with a knee–length apricot white floral skin. My long hair was tied up in a bun, and I went out carrying a bag. In the kitchen, there was some movement. I placed the bag on the sofa and turned to look at the clock.
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