"I thought we had already reached a consensus from the very beginning. Yes, I married you, but I don't love you. I don't want to repeat it again and again. You are really annoying me, you know? I don't know how else to spell it out for you!" Luke said with a frown. Michelle's words really made him irritated and downright angry. He had gotten tired of telling her the same thing over and over again. But she wouldn't relent. She had tried countless times to soften him, even though she also failed countless times.
"I'm sorry. It's because I love you. But now I am starting to regret it. I don't know how much longer I am able to bear your indifference. It just hurts too much!" Michelle yelled hysterically, her hands holding tightly on the chains of the swing.
"The last thing I want is love. You are not supposed to attach any extravagant hopes and dreams to it," Luke said coldly. He couldn't bear to hurt her like this, but he didn't want to go against his will either. He couldn't find it in his heart to love her for real.
"Haha! I know that you don't love me. Fine! I deserve it! Luke, you have wasted my love for you. Don't worry, I won't pester you anymore. And this time it's for real," Michelle said with a bitter smile. She jumped off the swing and walked past him, poker-faced. She walked very fast, as she was unable to hold back her tears and didn't want Luke to see her weakness.
Watching her receding figure, Luke felt a little guilty. Michelle had always been a simple and outgoing woman. Since when did she become defiant and cold? He was about to admit that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
Michelle entered the bedroom, shut the door behind her and struggled to lock it. Then she slipped and sat on the floor, breaking into violent and uncontrollable sobs.
Her dignity and her love were just trodden beneath Luke's feet, making her feel like she was just a little speck of dust in front of him. How straightforward she used to be! But now she had become a woman that she used to dislike. A prim, proper, soft and gentle woman that Luke was supposed to like but kept pushing away.
Standing outside the bedroom door, Luke could clearly hear her cry. He felt sad and regretful for what he had done, for her cries had pierced his heart like a sharp knife.
But he knew that it was useless for him to comfort her. The primary cause of this was that he didn't love her. He could only wait until she no longer loved him and made the first move to end all of this.
Michelle didn't go to the Mu family house to have supper. Considering her current condition, Luke asked Maria to cook for her this evening in their own house.
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