After returning home, Jay quickly sat in front of Angeline. He massaged her legs to loosen up her tense muscles.
"Are you tired?" Jay asked, trying to sound her out.
Angeline nodded. "A little."
Jay's complexion turned ashen at once. He looked so distressed like it was the end of the world.
Angeline could sense Jay’s excessively stern complexion and realized that he might be making a fuss over her health again.
Angeline sighed inwardly. She had to find a way to untie the knot in his heart.
At dinner, it was clear that Jay had a bad appetite.
Zayne teased him, saying, "A seven-foot man eating much less than a cat, it’s no wonder he’s getting thinner and thinner."
Josephine glared at Zayne. "Zip it."
Angeline looked at Jay's bony face and remembered Chloe's accusation against her. She suddenly felt that Chloe was not at all unreasonable.
At the very least, she was the one who triggered Jaybie's weight loss.
After dinner, Jay returned to the master bedroom listlessly and sat on the bed in a daze.
He hated himself for not being able to mediate the conflict between Angeline and his mother, causing them to hurt each other.
He was afraid that this flame of hatred would burn endlessly, and eventually, it would burn both women whom he cared the most to ashes.
Angeline suddenly opened the door to the master bedroom and walked in with a glass of warm milk.
"Have a glass of milk, darling."
Jay did not take the milk but continued to ponder.
Jay thought to himself that he had recovered from his cold and would probably not transmit the disease to Angeline anymore. He then recalled the fight between Angeline and his mother earlier in the day. He was afraid that her depression would be triggered and was worried about letting her sleep alone tonight.
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