It had been a while since they had a meal together and spent time in the same house. He hadn’t taken the initiative to speak to her over the past few days, so Arianne paused in her footsteps when she heard these words. “I… don’t like the smell of smoke. You go ahead, I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
She had never said anything about her abhorrence towards his smoking before… A complicated glint flashed across Mark’s eyes. He threw the cigarette box into the trash then got up and went to the bed. “Sleep.”
Arianne was shocked. She couldn’t understand what this meant. Had he thrown his cigarettes away, just because she said she didn’t like the smell? It didn’t seem possible that he had done this out of consideration towards her feelings. The biggest possibility was that he was pissed off…
She went into a momentary daze then walked over to fish the cigarettes out of the trash. The trash can in their room was always clean. After all, she usually only slept in the room. “I didn’t mean anything by it… I’m sorry.”
Mark took off his watch and put it on the cabinet at the head of the bed. He didn’t look at her, but his voice seemed muffled, “If you don’t like it, tell me. Haven’t I always told you that?”
She fell silent, and this time, it was not out of habit. She was really at a loss for words. It was true that he had said this before, but she had long forgotten when she’d heard him say it. She was always too afraid to take words like these seriously and never really had the courage to speak her mind. So, it was true then, as long as she conveyed her opinions, he would take her feelings into consideration too…
Arianne still felt as if she were in a dream when she laid down next to Mark. He was clearly so apathetic a while ago…
A detailed calculation showed that, in their three years of marriage, there were only a handful of times when they had slept together like this. Strangely, she still couldn’t get used to it.
Suddenly, Mark turned his body to the side and faced her. He reached out and pulled her into his arms. His arms glided naturally over her body.
Knowing what would happen next, Arianne reflexively pushed him away. “No… No! It’s not a good time for me.”
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