Chapter 119 Borrowing Flowers
Katniss is wearing a wedding dress and is with Nathan, the two of them are having a wedding in the church. This May-December romance has received many blessings and understanding from people. They are receiving blessings from family and friends, while I am sitting in the audience seat below the church, listening to the wedding music and the applause from the audience for them. "No!" I wanted to shout at them, but my voice was completely drowned out by the wedding band and the blessings of others. Watching Nathan and Katniss look deeply into each other's eyes in their wedding attire, exchange rings, and finally, under the blessing of the priest, complete the wedding, becoming legally married. Meanwhile, I could only sit in a lonely corner below, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably, feeling heartbroken.
I was awakened from the dream by the sound of my phone ringing next to my ear. I opened my eyes, breaking free from the dream. My body was already soaked in sweat, and I tried hard to wake myself up. After fully waking up, I realized I was in a hotel room. It was just a dream, a heartbreaking dream. I dreamt that Katniss left me and married Nathan, living happily together. Fortunately, it was just a dream, not reality.
Through this dream, my relaxed mind was suddenly stirred up. I had originally set up Nathan and Katniss, hoping they would enjoy the pleasures of sex. I was confident because I didn't think I would lose Katniss. However, this dream reminded me that my heart was starting to waver after last night's events. Katniss seemed very relaxed when making love with Nathan last night, as if she was immersed in it. Although there was a sense of revenge and alcohol stimulation, how much of her true indulgence was there? Nathan was slowly letting go, beginning to fully enjoy the sexual pleasure and tenderness that Katniss brought him. But would Nathan completely fall into it? Would he get lost in it? In the end, would he disregard the father-son relationship and start to occupy Katniss's heart? Everything seemed uncertain now, and I didn't know what to do.
At that moment, I remembered the phone next to my pillow. Due to my contemplation, I hadn't answered it before. After the phone stopped ringing, it immediately rang again. I shook my head to temporarily clear my mind of those thoughts. Who would be calling me so early in the morning? I checked the caller ID and my heart immediately tensed up - it was Katniss calling. She must have seen my missed calls this morning, it was around 6 o'clock, the time she usually gets up to get ready for work. She must have just gotten up from Nathan's embrace, right?
I held the phone, unsure of how to explain when I answered it later. Would she be angry after sobering up? Would she forgive me? Would she confront me on the phone? Whatever was going to happen, I nervously answered the call. The call connected, but there was only steady breathing on the other end, no words. Neither Katniss nor I dared to speak first.
"Honey, are you up?" Finally, Katniss spoke, her voice tired but with a hint of sadness, even a faint sob. Life had to go on regardless, and it wasn't like she would divorce me just because I forgot her birthday. Katniss's words and emotions were within my expectations.
"Just got up." I wanted to ask about the phone calls from last night, although I knew the reason, it was only proper to inquire. But the words didn't come out of my mouth, perhaps because of my sadness and guilt, I couldn't speak.
"Honey, I'm sorry." Perhaps Katniss heard my exhaustion and sorrow through the phone, she started crying on the other end and even apologized to me. Logically, I should be the one apologizing to her, so why was she crying and apologizing after she had already apologized? I suddenly felt very puzzled.
"Honey, you must have waited up very late last night, right?" Katniss stopped crying and timidly asked me on the phone, it seemed like she wanted to explain why she didn't answer my calls last night. But how would she explain it? She, who had complaints against me, suddenly greeted me with an apologetic tone this morning, leaving me confused.
"Yeah, I waited up late, called you many times, but you didn't answer. It's my fault, forgive me, okay?" I quickly apologized to Katniss to make up for my mistake.
"No, honey, you're not wrong, it's Katniss's fault. I can't believe you, I can't blame you, you did so much for me, and I wrongly accused you. Thank you, honey, I really like your gift." Before I could finish my sentence, Katniss eagerly cut in on the other end, explaining and thanking me. Wait, what gift did she like? I didn't give her any gift? My brain was even more puzzled now, almost crashing.
"You're so annoying, playing tricks on me like this, making me sad for a whole day and night. But, my wife is very happy now, turns out my husband never forgot my birthday, and gave me a sudden surprise." Katniss continued talking to me, but my brain was still in a fog, unable to respond.
"Honey, I only found the gift when I was tidying up the bedding this morning. I didn't see the gift under the pillow last night, I thought you forgot my birthday, so I got angry and set my phone to silent to punish you. I didn't expect you to call so many times and stay up so late. How about I make it up to you when I come back?" Katniss still hadn't heard me speak, thinking I was angry about her not answering my calls last night, she quickly explained, even though I knew it was a lie. Under the pillow? Gift? At that moment, a flash of insight hit me, Katniss found a gift under the pillow, could it be? I suddenly thought of a possibility, but I couldn't be sure.
"I'm not angry, just too tired. Okay, honey, as long as you like the gift, I have to hurry up and get ready for work, it's too busy. We'll talk later if there's anything." Because I couldn't figure out the situation, I decided to end the call with Katniss first, to understand the situation before things got out of hand. Something must have happened, I was prepared to check the surveillance footage to find out what.
After hanging up with Katniss, I checked the time. Our company gathers at eight o'clock, still an hour and a half left, enough time, I could skip breakfast. Without even washing up or changing clothes, I quickly took out my laptop and opened the playback of the home surveillance footage, setting the time to when I was asleep.
In the scene, Nathan is holding Katniss, both of them exhausted and fast asleep. After the events of this morning, I carefully observed Nathan's expression this time. Although Nathan appeared to be asleep, his eyebrows would sometimes twitch, and his cheeks would occasionally move. Knowing Nathan's expressions well since childhood, I could tell that Nathan wasn't actually asleep at this moment, but rather deep in thought with his eyes closed. I fast-forwarded the footage with the mouse, and after about half an hour, it was almost 5 o'clock in the morning.
At this moment, Nathan let out a silent sigh, then gently released Katniss and slowly got up. He then sat on the edge of the bed, glanced back at Katniss with love and affection.
After gazing at Katniss for a while, Nathan turned his head and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He gently opened the bedside drawer, took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from inside, its contents unknown. Holding the gift box, he then gently nudged Katniss, seemingly to confirm if she was still asleep. This gift box must be the birthday present Nathan prepared for Katniss, but why didn't he give it to her last night? Was it intended to be given to Katniss after their sexual encounter?
However, when Nathan nudged Katniss, she seemed too tired. She murmured a few times with a pout, then turned her body to the side, changing from lying on her back to lying on her side. It was evident that Katniss was in a deep and sound sleep. The blanket beneath her was already dried with semen, leaving white traces of it.
Seeing that Katniss was still asleep, Nathan breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed, and stealthily walked towards the door with the gift box in hand. Where was Nathan going? I switched to the living room footage and noticed that after Nathan reached the living room, he slowly made his way towards our bedroom, trying not to wake the sleeping Katniss. Seeing that Nathan's destination was my bedroom, I quickly opened the surveillance in my bedroom to synchronize the playback time with the living room and Nathan's bedroom.
Upon entering my bedroom, Nathan kept surveying the room, as if searching for something, until his gaze settled on the bedding on our bed. He walked to the side of the bed in my bedroom and then tucked the gift box under Katniss's pillow. After tidying up the bedding to its original state, he left our bedroom, went to the bathroom, relieved himself, and then returned to his bedroom, where Katniss was still sound asleep. Upon returning to his bedroom, Nathan looked at Katniss's back, a relaxed and affectionate expression appearing on his face. At this moment, Katniss was naked, and from behind, one could see her smooth back and round buttocks, while Nathan's penis slowly began to erect after his recent urination.
Nathan glanced at his penis, then at the exhausted and sleeping Katniss, a hint of hesitation and tenderness flickering in his eyes. Finally, Nathan closed his eyes, slowly climbed into bed, and lay on his side with his back to Katniss. By turning his back to Katniss, he couldn't see her sexy naked body, which helped him gradually lower his sexual desire. He had exhausted Katniss the night before, felt sorry for her, and knew she had to get up for work soon, so he didn't want to engage with her again in the morning. If he had quietly climbed into bed at that moment, then lay on his side and entered Katniss from behind, she probably wouldn't refuse, right?
Perhaps Nathan was also too tired, as he slowly drifted into sleep with his back to Katniss. Around six o'clock in the morning, due to her biological clock, Katniss woke up right on time. Katniss's biological clock was accurate, accustomed to waking up at this time, so she would wake up at this time even if she slept late and was tired.
Katniss woke up, opened her eyes groggily, and the first thing she saw was the curtains in the bedroom, different from ours. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, indicating she hadn't fully awakened yet.
With a puzzled expression, she turned her body and finally saw Nathan sleeping beside her. Nathan was naked, his hairy buttocks facing her. She finally fully woke up, realizing she wasn't in her own bedroom but had spent the night in Nathan's bedroom. Upon sobering up, she also remembered everything that happened last night.
Katniss seemed stunned at this moment, still recalling the events of last night. Slowly, she bit her lip, tears starting to flow from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. Upon waking up and recalling the events of last night, she felt deep guilt and regret after the sexual desire had passed, perhaps she had finally come to her senses.
Katniss sat on Nathan's bed, quietly sobbing, as time passed. It seemed she realized she didn't have much time before work. Katniss stopped her silent crying, wiped her tears, then slowly moved her body around Nathan, got out of bed gently, picked up her underwear, sleepwear, and even the blanket soaked with semen before leaving.
Katniss slowly made her way back to the bedroom, her steps unsteady, indicating that the intense sexual encounter from last night had left her body still not fully recovered. I zoomed in the camera, clearly seeing that Katniss's labia seemed slightly swollen, indicating how intense Nathan's thrusts were last night.
Katniss tossed the blanket into the washing machine, then hurriedly took a shower in the bathroom. She continuously cleaned her vagina, each time her fingers delved inside, extracting drops of semen Nathan had ejaculated into her last night. After quickly washing up, Katniss returned to our bedroom to change clothes.
As Katniss walked out of his bedroom, Nathan opened his eyes. Being older, he was a light sleeper. When Katniss woke up, he woke up too, but pretended to be asleep, fearing that Katniss wouldn't dare to face him. He kept pretending to sleep until Katniss left, then opened his eyes. He seemed to have heard Katniss's crying just now. His eyes showed a hint of self-blame, as if he was reproaching himself for being so rough and crazy with Katniss last night.
Nathan remained lying down, eyes closed, but from his cheeks and eyebrows, it was evident that he was still deep in thought, his inner turmoil unresolved.
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