On the way back home, Antonio kept looking at the scenery outside the window for fear that he would speak with Adelaide harshly and do something wrong. He kept reminding himself of what Adelaide had paid out for him and kept telling himself that he had had an affair and was guilty of it. He comforted himself that it was okay and that Adelaide must have said those words just to annoy him because he knew that Adelaide was not that kind of person.
He kept comforting himself and finally his anger drained away when they were home.
When he helped her get off the car, he saw the bruise on her forehead under moonlight. He immediately remembered that he pushed her into the car too hard and he seemed to hear a muffled sound of "bang". He asked anxiously, "Did I hurt you just now? Should we go to the hospital?"
Adelaide looked at her coldly and thought that she shouldn't entertain hope for him. She wondered what he would say if she hadn't been there when she confessed. Hurt her and then comforted her?
If it were in the past, Adelaide would be moved by him, but not now.
Adelaide's voice was as cold and proud as the moon hanging high in the sky, "No!"
Adelaide acted as if she was unfamiliar with Antonio, making him feel very sad. The bruise on her forehead was also a silent reprimand for his rudeness. He pursed his lips and wanted to say that he didn't mean to do it, but she didn't give him the chance.
The room was so empty that there would be echoes when they talked. Adelaide was always full of compassion. They should have recruited some new housemaids and housekeeper, but she didn't care about it and tried hard to find someone to do it for them. Antonio alone also couldn't hire new men, so there was nothing different of the house compared with the past. Although Damla didn't do anything bad to Adelaide, she often cursed and abused her privately.
Back into the room, Antonio insisted on living in the same room with her, but Adelaide was determined to sleep alone. She spoke coldly and definitely wouldn't concede. He half closed his eyes. Currently, facing her, he could only make a concession.
Slowly and unwillingly, he walked to the door. Finally, he gritted his teeth and strode to Adelaide. Regardless of her resistance, he held her into his arms, "Adelaide, Adelaide, forgive me please. I knew that I was wrong."
It was not easy for Antonio to apologize. How could a proud person realize his fault? Did he apologize just for fear that his wife would have an affair with other man and cuckolded him? Adelaide wondered. Could his apology save the relationship at the side of cliff at this moment?
The answer was clear.
Adelaide swore in her heart that she wouldn't believe him anymore. She pushed him away vigorously with clenched fists and looked alienated, "You go or I go?"
She was no longer conscientious, no longer centered on Antonio and no longer cowardly. When she lost her baby, she was extremely eager that she was capable enough to protect the baby.
Losing something meant that it was lost forever.
If an apology worked, what was the police for?
Adelaide looked at him with a sneer. She used to like his appearance which didn't change, but she was not attracted by him. She crossed her arms across her chest and felt that every behavior of him was very ridiculous.
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