No matter how one put it, a woman who acted coquettishly would live the best life. Even I could not bear to reject Nicky’s coquettish display, let alone a man.
Theo was cold, but he instantly turned into a gentle and pleasant little sheep in the face of his wife. He nodded. "I got it."
Nicky took his arm, her eyes filled with pride when they were directed toward me. The two then went upstairs together.
Laughing at myself, I held my cup of water and followed them upstairs.
At the door of the study, Nicky was still holding onto Theo's hand reluctantly, and her expression evoked pity. "Theo, are you still going to stay in the study?"
Hearing this, my pupils dilated slightly. Did Nicky mean that Theo had been staying in the study these days and had not been sleeping with her?
I quietly hid to one side and listened to their conversation carefully.
"You were there when the doctor gave his orders. You heard what he said. It’s so that my wound recovers as soon as possible." Theo's tone was very light. He feared that if he were to speak in a serious tone even in the slightest, it would make Nicky feel that she was not valued.
Nicky pressed her lips together. She held Theo's hand tightly and refused to let go. "But it's been so many days and your wound hasn’t gotten any better. Me sleeping alone every day makes it seem like I'm a widow."
She was really proactive.
If it were not for Theo’s wound, it was likely that Nicky would have gobbled him up on the first day.
I shook my head and continued to observe them.
"It's getting better. It's been relatively painless these two days. There’ll be ample time for us in the future. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Theo asked back, and Nicky could only nod her head, but there was no smile on her face, only melancholy. She stroked the wound on Theo's forehead. "I hope your wound will heal sooner. Don't make me wait too long."
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