Chapter 192
Do you not speak logically? How did he know if my hands were tender or not, when he had never seen them or touched them?
I followed him, walking beside him. The weather in May was very comfortable, and the small path at night was quiet, with no pedestrians. The orange street lamps cast the shadows of the two of us on the stone brick pavement, with a gentle breeze blowing. A faint floral fragrance wafts from the bushes by the roadside. The journey was short, and we walked slowly, without any communication, very quietly, and our hearts were also at
ease.
I secretly glanced at him. Because we were walking side by side, I turned my head to see him, and Kaleb saw my movements out of the corner of his eye, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. I hoped that the future days would be spent like this, going to the supermarket together after work and having dinner together. Although we couldn’t be described as very affectionate, at least we wouldn’t be too distant or indifferent. Returned home. I changed my shoes and turned around to grab the bag in my hand. Instead, I placed it directly on the ground and said, “Don’t carry it, let’s go inside.” I was not accustomed to his sudden kindness. I was obedient, entered the house and put down my backpack, then went to the bathroom to wash my hands.
After leaving the room, I passed by Kaleb’s door and glanced inside. The bed sheets and blankets that I had slept on in the morning were not changed? Wasn’t he a clean freak? All the clothes I had tricked him into wearing before, he said he wanted to throw away. Although that coat is still in his wardrobe to this day, his attitude towards it at the time was disdainful.
I was full of doubt and walked towards the kitchen. Kaleb arranged the food in the kitchen. I walked in and asked, “Do you need any help?”
“You went to read a book.” Kaleb had just put the fruits in the refrigerator and took out an orange.“Do you want to have some fruits first?”
I pursed my lips and smiled lightly, shaking my head as I rolled up my sleeves.“Let’s eat later; I want to cook dinner with you.”
