Chapter 139: Companion
Through the pants, I felt the warmth of Katniss's face, not sure if it was Katniss's tears that wet my thighs through my pants. Katniss's actions made it impossible for me to remain calm, and I stopped typing on the keyboard. Katniss coming to my company to question me didn't surprise me, Katniss coming to my company to argue with me didn't surprise me either, Katniss seeking answers didn't surprise me either, but when Katniss came to the office and knelt in front of me, crying on my lap, it was completely unexpected.
Is this still my wife who is straightforward with others and cold and strong in the workplace? I looked down at the back of Katniss's head, at her slightly trembling shoulders, her hands gripping and releasing continuously, feeling a twinge of heartache. After all, I have always loved her, and this is the first time I have argued with her. I just looked down at her, not knowing what to say. Should I forgive her? The anger and dissatisfaction in my heart had nowhere to go. Should I continue to be angry with her? That would only make things worse. Am I really willing to lose her?
Although I am very angry and frustrated today, I have never thought of giving up on Katniss or divorcing her. After all, I love her. For her, I rarely go to inappropriate places outside, and I rarely have nightlife with colleagues. I have never cheated because I feel that no woman outside can compare to Katniss.
Katniss, who was crying, noticed that I had stopped working because there was no sound of the keyboard tapping. She slowly stopped crying, then lifted her tear-stained face. Her makeup was already ruined due to crying several times, and her eyelids were a bit swollen.
After Katniss lifted her head, she directly knelt on the ground, hands on my thighs, bowing her head and sobbing softly. Seeing Katniss's pitiful appearance, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity. After all, she is my wife, and things need to be resolved. My outburst this time probably scared her a lot, and my goal had been achieved.
Katniss seemed to be hesitating about something. Was she going to confess to me? If she confessed her affair with Nathan, what should I do? Should I also confess to her and tell her that everything was actually orchestrated by me behind the scenes? I leave all this to Katniss to decide. If Katniss confronts me, then I will tell her the truth.
"Honey, what's wrong with you today?" Katniss glanced at me gently, and when she saw that I was looking at her, she quickly lowered her head again and weakly spoke to me.
"Is something wrong? If there is, just tell me. We'll face it together. We're not afraid of anything." When Katniss realized I didn't respond, for some reason, maybe she felt guilty, her tone was very soft, and she still didn't dare to look me in the eye.
After hearing these two sentences from her, I knew she had no intention of confessing to me now. She planned to conceal it until the end. If it wasn't the last moment, she would never tell me about her affair with Nathan, as they believed it would be a devastating blow to our family. Katniss vaguely guessed that I might have found out about last night, so she was very worried but not entirely sure if I really knew. So she asked me for the reason and also to understand if I knew. If I hadn't discovered their affair yet, Katniss would never admit it first.
"There's nothing wrong. I'm just feeling particularly irritable today, for no reason." Katniss had already said two sentences to me. There shouldn't be any grudges between husband and wife, and things need to be resolved. I simply replied to Katniss. Since Katniss didn't want to confess, I had no intention of revealing everything. After all, I never planned to confront them.
"Why though? There must be a reason, right? This is the first time you've been angry. If I did something wrong, tell me, I'll change." Katniss shed tears again. She remained in a kneeling position, wiping her eyes with a tissue, looking sincere to the extreme.
"It's nothing to do with you. It's just that there have been too many things recently, maybe too much pressure, and work hasn't been going well. My emotions have been unstable these days, not just getting angry with you, but also scolding several of my subordinates." I made up an excuse to get through. I never scolded my subordinates. I have always been very kind to them, a typical compassionate leader in the company.
"Can you talk to me? Is it really just because work isn't going well and there's too much pressure?" When Katniss heard this reason from me, she seemed hesitant to fully believe it. But secretly, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. She seemed unwilling to give up, cautiously asking me.
"I don't want to talk about it now. You go back to work first. When I feel like talking, I'll tell you. I'll continue working, you go back." I couldn't find any other excuses, so I had to refuse in this way. I basically banished Katniss because it wouldn't look good for her to stay in the office for so long.
"No, I'm not going to work today, or go to college. I'm not going anywhere today, I'll stay here with you. I won't delay your work." Katniss stood up to move aside, but as soon as she took a step, she stumbled and almost fell. It was clear that kneeling on the cold floor for so long had hurt her knees or made them numb. Luckily, I reacted quickly. Seeing Katniss about to fall, I didn't have time to think. I instinctively stood up and held her, pulling her into my arms.
Katniss was startled, but after the initial panic, she remained motionless, quietly staying in my arms and crying again. My unintentional action just now made her feel my care and warmth.
"Alright, you should go back to work. You don't need to stay here with me." I let go of Katniss, preparing to send her back. After all, with her here, I couldn't calm down, still struggling in my heart and unable to shake off the scenes from last night.
"No, I must stay here with you today. You work." Katniss wiped her tears with a tissue, then limped to the sofa in the center of the office, sitting down slowly.
The office fell into silence once again. I focused on working on the proposal, while Katniss sat quietly on the sofa, occasionally lost in thought or staring at me without looking away, her eyes full of lingering affection. Sometimes she seemed to be frightened and trembling, sometimes she appeared happy and warm. Occasionally, she seemed to be lost in thought, her face showing happiness and warmth. I occasionally glanced at Katniss from the corner of my eye, seeing her in a state of dejection I had never seen before, feeling extremely heartbroken. Despite the cold facade on my face, my heart was actually aching unbearably.
It was already noon, and my colleagues had all left to have lunch. I had no appetite, and Katniss was still here, so I continued working on my proposal. After checking the time, Katniss quietly left the office, afraid of disturbing my work. She went back, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a slight sense of loss in my heart.
However, I was wrong. In less than 20 minutes, Katniss returned with bags of food. She quietly unpacked the food and placed it on my desk, tidying up neatly.
"Let's eat first." After finishing, Katniss gently said to me. I was actually hungry too, having only eaten two sandwiches in the morning, which didn't fill me up. I picked up the food and started eating.
While I ate, Katniss didn't touch her food. She just propped her chin and quietly watched me eat, full of love as she looked at me, seemingly enjoying watching me eat.
"Why aren't you eating?" I felt uncomfortable eating alone and couldn't help but ask Katniss.
"I'm not hungry." Katniss paused for a moment when she heard me speak, then lowered her head and softly said. In fact, she wasn't not hungry, but she had no appetite at all.
"Eat with me." I placed a portion of food in front of her and arranged the utensils.
A warm feeling flashed in Katniss's eyes as she picked up the fork and started eating slowly. However, she seemed not to taste the food, her mind seemingly elsewhere. During the meal, Katniss seemed to want to say something several times but hesitated, unable to speak out.
The lunch ended in a relatively quiet and tense atmosphere.
After that, until the end of the workday in the evening, Katniss stayed with me in the office. She occasionally cleaned the office, poured water and made coffee for me, seeming restless and only finding solace in keeping busy. When I took a break from work and rested my head on the desk, she would come up to give me a head and shoulder massage.
Today was strange as none of my colleagues came to disturb me. The office door was only opened and closed by Katniss, and no one else entered. Even my assistant, Amelia, seemed to be missing.
In the evening, after my colleagues had left, I took Katniss home. It was quiet on the way, as I didn't feel like talking, and Katniss didn't dare to speak first, just quietly accompanying me.
At home, Nathan had already prepared dinner. When he saw the two of us, he greeted us with a smile, but the smile seemed forced, probably out of guilt.
Seeing Nathan, Katniss thought of last night's events. She carefully took off her shoes and was very quiet. The atmosphere between the two of us after work tonight seemed strange. The usual laughter and joy were gone, and both of us were very quiet. Nathan seemed to notice the oddity between the two of us when we arrived home, so after greeting us, he rarely spoke. The situation at the dinner table was the same. Although we occasionally spoke to each other, the atmosphere at the table was very different from usual due to the situation between me and Katniss today, and Nathan also noticed something was off.
After dinner, I went straight to the bedroom, while Katniss, who usually helped Nathan clear the table, followed me in directly. It seemed like she was going to stay with me all night. After changing my clothes and sitting in front of the computer, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed, occasionally looking at her phone, occasionally looking at me, seeming distracted.
I knew she wanted to talk to me, unsure if I knew anything, so she couldn't relax. I knew that if I didn't talk to her tonight, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep. And I wanted her to go to bed early so I could find out the answers from last night. The assistant, Amelia, seemed to have disappeared.
I was about to close the computer and talk to Katniss when my eyes inadvertently swept over the water glass on the bedside table. It was the same glass I had used to drink the aphrodisiac last night. We had rushed out of bed this morning, and no one had cleaned up, but this glass made me alert. Because this glass wasn't mine, it was Katniss's. Our glasses were a pair of couple cups, identical in appearance except for the pattern on them. Mine had a cartoon boy, while Katniss's had a cartoon girl. I remembered using my own glass to drink the aphrodisiac last night, and before and after drinking, there was only my glass on the bedside table. Why had the glass now become Katniss's? Did I accidentally take the wrong glass when pouring water last night? Suddenly, I remembered a habit of Katniss's in the past, and I understood something. My heart couldn't help but race.
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