Chapter 110 Regret
At this moment, the two were in the midst of passionate lovemaking in Nathan's bedroom, reaching the climax. The room was filled with the sounds of bodies colliding, the water-like sounds of their intimate friction, their rapid breaths, and Katniss's unrestrained moans and cries. Even if the phone was under Katniss's pillow, could she hear it at this moment?
Just then, I was startled awake by a loud moan coming from the live monitoring. I saw Nathan pressing his hips firmly against Katniss's, his lower body, including his scrotum, starting to contract rapidly, continuously ejaculating into Katniss's vagina and uterus.
Finally, with a fierce thrust from Nathan, Katniss's upper body lifted off the bed, her hair falling down. With only her slender waist supporting her body, she reached climax at the moment of Nathan's ejaculation. Katniss continued to receive Nathan's semen obediently, letting out a final, high-pitched and unwilling moan, trembling as Nathan's frequency of ejaculation shook her body, allowing Nathan to ejaculate inside her vagina.
Nathan's ejaculation continued, and Katniss continued to comply obediently. After a passionate lovemaking session of unknown duration, the two reached the peak of desire once again. Their climax continued, their bodies motionless, trembling slightly with each ejaculation, as if time had frozen in that moment.
When I was awakened by the sounds of their climax, I glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen. I realized that the time was frozen at 12:02 AM, the day had passed, and Katniss's birthday was over.
It was too late for everything. I numbly put down my phone, tears of regret and guilt streaming from my eyes, flowing down my cheeks and into my mouth, salty and bitter. Whether it was guilt towards Katniss or witnessing Nathan and Katniss rekindling their passion, I was deeply saddened, unable to breathe from the heartache. I don't remember how many calls I made, but in the end, none went through, and my blessings never reached Katniss.
My regret had reached its limit, time had passed, and this mistake could not be rectified. Despite my efforts, I couldn't salvage the situation, leaving behind irreparable regrets. Why did I suddenly hang up on Katniss? If I had waited just one more minute, or even half a minute, Katniss would have reminded me. But I hung up before she could finish.
How could I make amends? If I didn't, the budding romance between us might regress, or even worse, end. Katniss's anger and sadness, I could fully understand. If it were me, I might be even more furious than Katniss. Now that Katniss's birthday had passed, there was no way to make up for the missed calls and wishes.
Suddenly, a bright idea popped into my head – the bracelet, the one Katniss loved the most when she was shopping. When I returned from my business trip, I would buy that bracelet and surprise Katniss at home. As for forgetting the wishes and calls, I would simply tell Katniss it was intentional, just to give her a sudden surprise. Under the temptation of the bracelet, Katniss should believe me. Even if she didn't, she wouldn't be mad at me. That's the plan. I would act like I didn't know anything for the next few days and sort it out when I got back.
With these thoughts sorted out and a solution in mind, my mood lightened. I took a few deep breaths, realizing how intense it had been just now. I continued to watch the surveillance video on the computer, wanting to see how Nathan had spent Katniss's birthday, how they started, what positions they used, and if there were any new breakthroughs.
In the video, Katniss and Nathan were still savoring the afterglow of their climax. Nathan gently laid down the exhausted Katniss, whose legs had gone limp. Katniss lay on Nathan's bed like mud, allowing Nathan to withdraw his now flaccid penis. Their breathing slowly calmed down, and Nathan gently lowered Katniss's legs, pulling out his penis, then lay on top of Katniss. They lay facing each other, both recovering their strength.
It seemed like they needed a long time to recover, so I decided to rewind the surveillance video to the time when they were having dinner.
"Thanks, Dad, for celebrating my birthday with me today," blushing, Katniss said to Nathan after finishing their drinks. Katniss didn't have a good tolerance for alcohol, and her face turned slightly red after just a bit.
"Kevin isn't home, so if I didn't celebrate with you, who would?" Nathan asked innocently, not realizing he had touched on Katniss's sore spot that day.
"He called, said he'll make it up to me when he gets back," Katniss replied with a hint of embarrassment and sadness flashing across her face, but she didn't reveal it to Nathan, instead covering it up with a lie. Although Katniss concealed it well, Nathan could see her obvious panic and sadness, which didn't escape his notice. A hint of doubt flickered in Nathan's eyes.
"That's good, he should make it up to you when he returns," Nathan said without thinking, but then realizing the potential ambiguity in his words, his face turned red with embarrassment. Katniss didn't mind, just giving a gentle smile.
"Dad, I'm happy today, let's have another drink," perhaps feeling a bit upset because I hadn't called her, Katniss, who usually avoided alcohol, unexpectedly took the bottle and poured herself a drink. She poured herself a generous amount, then poured one for Nathan as well, showing that she wanted to drink to vent her emotions.
"No, no, Katniss, this wine is strong, and you don't have a high tolerance. Please don't drink anymore," Nathan watched as Katniss poured herself a drink, hurriedly trying to dissuade her with words. However, Katniss didn't listen to Nathan's advice and ended up pouring herself and Nathan a large glass of wine.
"By the way, Dad, is your body fully recovered? If you can't drink, you don't have to drink with me. I'll drink by myself," Katniss said, taking a big sip of wine. Perhaps she drank too quickly, as Katniss started coughing after a sip. Seeing this, Nathan quickly got up and went to Katniss's side, patting her on the back.
"Okay, Dad, I'm fine," after coughing for a while, Katniss shook her head. Seeing that Katniss was okay, Nathan returned to his seat.
"My body has fully recovered, there's nothing I can't drink. Since you want to drink, Dad will accompany you. But this will be the last glass, don't drink anymore. I know your tolerance," Nathan, seeing Katniss's condition, perhaps guessed something, reluctantly agreed to Katniss's request.
As they chatted and ate, slowly, the second glass of wine was almost finished. Katniss seemed to be getting tipsy, wanting to pour more wine. Finally, Nathan took the wine bottle back, refusing to let Katniss drink more. Most men would encourage a woman to drink more to create opportunities, but Nathan didn't want Katniss to drink more, showing that he cared more about Katniss's well-being than engaging in intimacy with her. It indicated that desire was not controlling him at that moment.
With the bottle taken away, Katniss, feeling helpless, ate a few bites of food and then left the dining table, returning to the bedroom with slightly unsteady steps. Nathan began to tidy up the table and wash the dishes. At that moment, the time was already past eight in the evening, just a few minutes before Katniss called me. In the bedroom, Katniss, with a flushed face, sat on the bed holding her phone, repeatedly looking at it. Eventually, she bit her lip lightly, tears starting to flow down her cheeks.
While Nathan was cleaning the living room and kitchen, Katniss sat alone on the bed, crying while holding her phone. Meanwhile, I was still drinking with colleagues at the table. After a while, Katniss wiped her tears with the back of her hand, finally mustering the courage to call me. She sniffled, then dialed the same number she had called me last night.
From the surveillance footage, she recounted everything to me, and in the end, she didn't receive my blessings over the phone. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but the noisy drinking table from last night and my carelessness didn't make me realize Katniss's distress on the other end of the call. Finally, when I hung up on her, Katniss, with tears in her eyes, stared at the phone that had been abruptly disconnected, her tears uncontrollable, flowing like a spring, her teeth almost biting through her lips.
Seeing this scene, I harshly slapped myself twice. I could understand how painful Katniss must have felt at that moment. She didn't care about Nathan celebrating her birthday or what gifts others gave her. What she wanted most was my husbandly blessing. Just a warm phone call would have made her immensely happy. But my carelessness last night shattered her birthday fantasy completely, breaking her heart. Watching Katniss's sad and pained expression, my heart ached.
"You liar, you big liar! You said you love me, love me forever, yet you forgot my birthday. You big liar, I hate you, I hate you," after crying for a while, Katniss threw her phone forcefully on the bed, tossing her hair back and forth, continuously cursing me. The more angry and upset Katniss was, the more it showed how much she loved and cared for me. If she didn't love me, she wouldn't care whether I called her or not.
Nathan, who was sweeping and cleaning the living room, heard the crying and thought something had happened to Katniss. He quickly dropped the vacuum cleaner, rushing into our bedroom in a panic. Seeing Katniss crying loudly while lying on the bed, he thought she might be unwell, his face filled with deep concern and panic as he hurried to support her.
"Katniss, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Is it because of the alcohol just now? Don't scare me," Nathan quickly helped the tearful Katniss up from the bed, looking at her from head to toe with unspoken care. But Katniss kept crying, not saying a word.
"Katniss, what's going on? Say something, are you feeling unwell? Come on, let Dad take you to the hospital," seeing Katniss not speaking, Nathan anxiously crouched down with his back to Katniss, trying to lift her. But Katniss pushed Nathan away, not letting him carry her, so Nathan turned around again to ask Katniss.
After crying for a while, Katniss looked up at Nathan with tearful eyes, then suddenly threw herself into Nathan's arms, continuing to cry. This sudden action from Katniss caught Nathan slightly off guard, leaving him standing there dumbfounded, letting Katniss cry in his embrace.
As Nathan was standing on the floor and Katniss was sitting on the edge of the bed, she wrapped her arms around Nathan's waist, resting her face against his lower abdomen. At that moment, Nathan perhaps realized that Katniss wasn't physically unwell but emotionally distressed. He allowed Katniss to hold him, her hands gently stroking her hair.
"Liar, big liar, jerk," Katniss, hugging Nathan, continued to cry and curse me. Although Katniss was cursing me, as I watched everything unfold in front of the computer, I didn't feel a hint of anger. Even if Katniss had slapped me at that moment, I wouldn't have been angry because I had indeed committed an unforgivable mistake.
"Did Kevin bully you? Wait, I'll call him," Nathan, possibly misunderstanding the situation, wiped his body with his hand, then took out his phone to call me. But before the call went through, Katniss stopped him, lifting her tear-streaked face and shaking her head at Nathan.
"What's wrong? If Kevin bullied you, tell Dad, I'll teach him a lesson for you," Nathan, stopped by Katniss, reluctantly put down his phone, expressing concern for Katniss.
"It's nothing, Kevin forgot my birthday. He didn't call me today, and when I called him just now, he hung up on me," Katniss began to confide in Nathan. Among all the adult men, besides me, her husband, the person Katniss felt closest to and could confide in was Nathan, who had a marital relationship with her. Now that Katniss was hurt by me, she could only turn to Nathan for solace. At that moment, Nathan, who had a marital relationship with Katniss, was indeed like half a husband to her, wasn't he?
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