Chapter 263
"At this moment, there was no ambiguity between the two, instead, they seemed to be comforting each other. After crying for a while, Katniss left Nathan's embrace, her face showing a hint of awkwardness. She had just impulsively sought solace in Nathan's arms due to sadness, even though their relationship was already as intimate as it could be. However, it was not the right time for intimacy, especially since I, as the husband, was at home.
Katniss straightened out her slightly disheveled hair that Nathan had touched, then slowly got up from Nathan's bed and walked towards the bedroom door.
Seeing Katniss about to leave, Nathan's face showed reluctance. He reflexively reached out and held Katniss's hand.
Katniss was already about to reach the door when she realized her hand was being held. She stopped, turned back to look at Nathan, then lowered her gaze to her hand held by Nathan.
Seeing the reluctance in Nathan's eyes and a faint glimmer of hope, my heart couldn't help but tense up. Not for any other reason, but because even though I had witnessed Katniss and Nathan being intimate countless times, I cared deeply about them engaging in intimacy without my consent while I was at home. If they were to engage in intimacy at this moment, I would definitely be very angry.
The meaning behind Nathan's gesture of holding hands couldn't have been clearer—would Katniss accept? But what happened next temporarily relieved my tension.
Katniss avoided Nathan's intense gaze, then decisively pulled her hand back. She wanted to say something but didn't know what. She turned and walked out of Nathan's room, leaving Nathan alone in a melancholic state. Perhaps Nathan once again realized a reality—Katniss was, after all, my wife, both in heart and in law. I was her only husband, and all Nathan could have was Katniss's body.
After leaving Nathan's bedroom, Katniss returned to our bedroom. She looked at me sleeping on the bed, rubbed her cheeks, and let out a sigh of relief.
By now, Katniss's face was flushed. Being held by Nathan made her nervous, and perhaps she was also moved. After all, with her sex addiction, she could be moved anytime, anywhere. If she didn't control herself, having sexual desires and activities every day wouldn't be too much.
Katniss looked at me sleeping, a hint of tenderness and nostalgia in her eyes. Occasionally, she would glance back at her own door, perhaps thinking of Nathan in her memories.
After much contemplation, Katniss sighed and then turned back towards the door.
Had Katniss figured things out after her contemplation? Was she going to Nathan's room after confirming I was asleep? After leaving the bedroom, Katniss went straight into the bathroom, undressed, and turned on the shower.
The water flowed over her luscious body, from her hair down to her cheeks, then cascading over her entire body, transforming her previously dry skin into a damp state.
Katniss washed her sensual and voluptuous body, the water temperature set low, seemingly to cool down her rising body temperature, suppressing the restless desires in her chest.
It was only then that I remembered Katniss had seemingly not locked the bathroom door.
I quickly replayed the recording, confirming that Katniss indeed had not locked the bathroom door.
Not locking the door before showering—wasn't she afraid of Nathan barging in? Having just rejected Nathan, could this act of leaving the door unlocked be a new hint to Nathan, suggesting that Katniss was now seeking intimacy?"
"However, this is not necessarily the case, after all, with two men in the house, Katniss doesn't need to avoid anything now. Maybe she's just used to not locking the door, or perhaps she simply forgot. I can't be 100% sure of the reason, but Katniss probably forgot, because she didn't check the door once during her shower. If she intentionally left the door for Nathan, she should have been nervous and constantly checking the door.
On the other side, Nathan didn't fall asleep at all. After Katniss left, he stood bitterly for a while before lying down on his bed. However, he couldn't sleep and ended up getting out of bed. He gently opened his door and listened to the sounds in the living room.
He didn't know what Katniss and I were doing at that time. Did he want to hear the sounds of Katniss and me making love? But at that moment, Katniss was just sitting next to me, so he didn't hear a thing.
He had to close the door and lie back down on the bed. But not long after, he heard the sound of our bedroom door opening. Nathan opened his eyes, wondering who was coming out of my bedroom.
Was it Katniss? Was she coming towards his room? Nathan's eyes showed nervousness and anticipation, but what he got was the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Nathan got out of bed again and opened his door, only to hear the sound of running water from the bathroom.
A bitter smile mixed with a hint of jealousy appeared on Nathan's face. At that moment, he assumed that Katniss had just finished having sex with me and was now cleaning herself up. The more Nathan interacted with Katniss, the deeper his feelings for her grew. He was gradually starting to see Katniss as his own woman, and he would feel uncomfortable if another man touched her, even if that man was me, Katniss's husband.
With a bitter expression on his face, feeling a bit frustrated, Nathan didn't have the heart to peek at the bathroom door. He didn't even notice that Katniss had forgotten to lock the door, nor did he feel like doing anything else.
Nathan slowly closed the door and lay back down on the bed. After a while, in the darkness of Nathan's bedroom, a long and helpless sigh escaped him.
After finishing her shower, Katniss put on her clothes and walked out of the bathroom. When she opened the bathroom door, she realized that she hadn't locked it. As she left, she glanced at Nathan's closed bedroom door and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At this point, Katniss had already understood Nathan's character and his usual behavior. If Nathan had mistakenly entered because she didn't lock the door, Katniss wouldn't have been surprised. But tonight, Nathan didn't misinterpret Katniss's signals, which made Katniss feel a bit strange and relieved. She thought Nathan must have fallen asleep, not knowing that Nathan was actually feeling conflicted and sad.
Katniss looked away from Nathan's bedroom, turned off the bedroom light, and returned to our bedroom. Turning on the light, she saw me still sound asleep, with a furrowed brow as if troubled in my dreams.
Katniss ran her fingers through my hair, tucked me in tightly, and gently kissed my forehead.
Katniss didn't fall asleep immediately, but sat on the computer chair, staring at me lost in thought. Memories flashed in her eyes, sometimes sad, sometimes sweet, sometimes conflicted, sometimes regretful. Perhaps she was replaying past events in her mind.
Especially tonight, my negative emotions made her worry a bit, as those who have done wrong tend to feel guilty, even though she thought I would never find out.
After much contemplation, Katniss took out a bag from the closet. Inside were things from when we were dating, kept as mementos, a testament to our love."
Katniss looked through them, her eyes filled with sweetness, and finally took out several sheets of stationery that we used to exchange love letters frequently. After pondering over the stationery for a while, Katniss neatly packed them away, but kept one sheet of paper. She started writing on it with a pen, pausing occasionally to organize her thoughts.
However, after writing for a while, Katniss stopped and crossed out some sentences, unable to erase them cleanly. She ended up crumpling the paper into a ball and tossing it into the trash can.
Katniss had to retrieve another sheet of paper from her bag, but after writing for a while, she crumpled it up again and threw it in the trash can. Finally, after going through about six sheets of paper, Katniss felt satisfied.
She put down the pen, wiped her forehead, and even though the content on the paper was not extensive, she had rewritten drafts multiple times, exerting a lot of mental effort as she must have thought of many things.
After tidying up the pen, Katniss folded the paper into the shape of a heart, reminiscent of when we were dating.
However, after so much time had passed, Katniss seemed to have forgotten how to fold it properly. After several failed attempts, in order not to damage the carefully written letter, Katniss had to use a scrap piece of paper and rely on memory to finally fold it correctly.
Looking at the neatly folded paper, Katniss seemed content. After giving me a glance, she walked into the living room. Initially, she intended to place the paper in my briefcase, but after some thought, she slipped it into my pocket instead. Men's briefcases usually hold some secrets, whether personal or work-related, and Katniss had never rummaged through my pockets or bag, respecting my privacy.
After everything was done, Katniss glanced at Nathan's door once more, a hint of unclear emotion flickering in her eyes.
Now, I felt tense due to Katniss and Nathan's actions, as a single glance from either of them hinted at something about to unfold. Just as I started feeling anxious, Katniss quietly returned to the bedroom.
She climbed into bed and rested her head on my shoulder, one arm draped across my chest. She nuzzled her head closer, closing the distance between us, and then everything fell into silence.
Before long, Katniss, like me, began breathing evenly. She slept peacefully, occasionally displaying a sweet smile, while Nathan on the other side tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Perhaps this was the most tacit understanding between us recently. Katniss and I maintained the same posture, not moving throughout the night, sleeping quietly until the next morning when I woke up first.
After reading all this, I breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out I had overthought things. Katniss and Nathan hadn't done anything last night, easing some of the frustration in my heart.
It seemed that Katniss took a shower to dispel her inner desires, and the dreams from last night might have been a reflection of the emotions in her heart these days. Overthinking, combined with recent work stress and fatigue, led to this misunderstanding.
Seeing Nathan's state last night, I couldn't help but worry a bit. Nathan was becoming more and more attached to Katniss, treating her as his true woman. Even when he was close to me, he seemed slightly displeased, which seemed like a dangerous signal.
Of course, as a man, I could understand Nathan. When a woman is deeply attached, such psychological reactions are inevitable. Perhaps Nathan was feeling helpless and conflicted about these emotions.
Although I have confidence in Katniss, will there be any harm to Nathan? If depression occurs, will it cause any damage to her physical health? I shook my head, thinking about these things now might be too early. Katniss's illness comes first. After such a long period of treatment, Katniss seems to be improving. The night of sexual activity and last night when Katniss bathed to eliminate her desires are some relieving symptoms. Perhaps after some more time in treatment, Katniss will be able to return to a normal life. But once she returns to a normal life, if Katniss and Nathan are under the same roof, will they engage in sexual relations again? I shook my head again, realizing I'm really thinking too much now. Getting rid of one worry only brings another one to mind.
To distract myself, I picked up that heart-shaped letter. Drawing on past memories, without damaging the paper, I unfolded the intricately folded letter.
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