Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 I’m Sick 

Walter clutched the phone and looked at me. He didn’t pick it up, and I didn’t know what he was thinking. Yet it seemed that Ashley was 

determined. She called non-stop. 

Walter’s phone kept ringing. In the end, he gave up. He picked it up, and she said something. 

He got out of bed and went to the cloakroom. When he came out, he was no longer in his pajamas. I lay on the bed, silently watching him. take the coat and hurry out. 

I watched him leave in silence, and the expectation in my heart turned. 

to ashes. I was full of bitterness and self-mockery. 

Walter didn’t seem to remember until he reached the bedroom door that I was his wife. He stopped, looked back at me, and said, “Ashley is afraid of thunder. I’m sorry. I need to go over there. Go to bed early.” 

I didn’t answer him. To be more precise, He left in too much of a hurry to listen to my response. 

The thunder outside grew louder and louder. I pulled the quilt tight, and the huge sounds reverberated in the empty bedroom for a long time. 

Ashley was afraid of thunder. 

He remembered it so well. As Ashley was afraid of thunder, he didn’t want to leave her alone to face her fears. 

Who wasn’t afraid of thunder anyway? Ever since I came back from the border five years ago, I hadn’t dared close my eyes on every 

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thunderstorm night. Once I closed my eyes, all I could see was a tangle of severed hands and feet and mountains of bodies in the water prison. How could Walter not understand? Oh, wait. He did not understand at all, and that made sense. He didn’t see. He didn’t see those mutilated limbs or those mangled bodies. I was the only one who witnessed those 

scenes. 

The rain outside the window became more and more fierce, and I didn’t think I would be able to sleep tonight, as the cruel memories and the bitter reality were killing me. I reopened the closed window and stood on the balcony as the cold wind and rain tore me apart. 

Only if I suffered physically could I ease my mental pain. It was the only way I had come up with to ease the pain from my past. 

I knew that I was sick, and I was far gone. 

By the time the bedroom door was pushed open, I was frozen stiff. Hearing the sound, I looked back. 

It was Walter. He came back. 

His expression changed at once when he saw me standing at the window, bearing the storm. He strode toward me, his handsome face sullen and fierce. He dragged me back from the balcony frantically, almost roaring, “Tabatha, are you crazy?” 

I looked at him. My face was frozen, and I couldn’t make an expression. I wanted to smile at him, but I couldn’t, so I asked him hoarsely, “Why are you back?” 

His eyes were scarlet, and he dragged me rudely into the bathroom. He did not answer me, but directly turned on the shower without any tenderness so that the water was all over me. 

Seeing that he reached out to undress me, I avoided him, my voice cracking as I said, “I’ll do it myself.” 

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He was probably furious. He glared at me gloomily and sneered, “Which part of your body I haven’t seen? Stop pretending.” 

Feeling the warm water, I was less cold. I looked up at him and said, “Can you get out? I want to take a bath.” 

He looked at me with his deep, cold eyes, almost swallowing me up. I could tell that he was pretty mad about my earlier self-abuse. Fortunately, he was well-bred, and even if he was so pissed off that the veins on his forehead were budging, he wouldn’t hit women. 

He glanced at me coldly before walking out. 

After the bath, I finally regained my normal body temperature. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw someone else in the bedroom. It was the Hinton family’s family doctor. 

Seeing me, Walter ordered, “Lie on the bed.”