Chapter 283
Nathan, although reluctant, glanced at the time on the wall, then turned and left. His departing figure seemed to reveal a hint of obscure desolation and decadence.
As Katniss watched Nathan's back, a trace of reluctance and a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes. Does Katniss have feelings for Nathan? I think she must have. Even if he is a man she doesn't love, after countless sexual encounters, their hearts and bodies gradually opened up to each other. With the passage of time, unconsciously, the man's place in her heart would deepen step by step. This is a normal emotional process that no one can avoid.
Watching the complex emotions between Nathan and Katniss in the video, which were completely different from the previous joy, I felt a sense of guilt in my heart. It felt like I was the stumbling block between them now, as if I were an unnecessary person. If I were to suddenly disappear from the world, how would Nathan and Katniss be?
Perhaps Katniss would take care of Nathan for the rest of her life in my name, or perhaps she would find another man, but he would just be a cover, a shield. The one she truly cares about is still Nathan.
I shook my head, dispelling these unrealistic thoughts from my mind.
Lately, the pressure at work has increased, and my mind is always wandering. The work at the senior level of the company doesn't involve much physical labor, mostly high-intensity mental work, which inevitably has some effects on the mind.
Perhaps it's time to relax a bit, both in work and at home. The invisible pressure I put on myself is too great. If this continues, will I become depressed or mentally unstable?
Watching the surveillance footage, Katniss sighed softly long after Nathan had left, then quickly prepared dinner after checking the time. Due to their immersive sexual activities, they had forgotten about time. I had very little time between getting off work and arriving home, too little to prepare a new dinner. Katniss had no choice but to reheat the leftovers from lunch that she and Nathan had eaten. Shortly after, I returned home, less than twenty minutes after Nathan had left.
As I recalled coming home that night, there was a faint strange smell in the house. At the time, I hadn't noticed it, but now I realized that it must have been the scent left behind by their sexual activities. The scent was very faint, mixed with the aroma of food, so I hadn't paid attention to it.
Now, looking back, I realized that Nathan had just left in the twenty minutes before I entered the house, and only about half an hour had passed since their last climax.
And the food I ate that night turned out to be the leftovers that Nathan and Katniss had eaten at lunch. While it's normal to eat leftovers in my simple life, reflecting on everything that night made me feel uncomfortable.
I closed my computer and lay on the bed, listening to Katniss's steady breathing beside me, with a faint snoring sound. Katniss is usually dignified and gentle, never snoring while sleeping. But after being with Nathan, she would occasionally snore softly on a few nights, always preceded by intense and wild sexual activities between her and Nathan.
Katniss had no idea that she snored, and I had never mentioned it to her. But for some reason, I suddenly had an impulse. I picked up my phone, opened the recording function, placed the microphone near Katniss's nose, and recorded all her slight snoring.
After recording a segment, I turned off my phone, unsure of the significance of the recording.
That night, I listened to Katniss's snoring, smelled the fragrance of her body wash, and everything felt like a mockery to me. If there had been some excitement in my mind before, the pressure of work and shifting focus were gradually erasing those remnants of excitement, leaving only bitterness and sadness.
After thinking for most of the night, I decided to take Katniss for a check-up the next day. After all the medication and treatment by Nathan for so long, had Katniss's endocrine system recovered? How long would it take to recover? Was there any improvement at all?
When I woke up the next morning, my head was aching because I had hardly slept that night. Even though I eventually fell asleep, it was more of a half-awake state, leaving my already tired brain extremely fatigued.
I was the first to wake up, while Katniss was still asleep, emitting a faint snoring sound.
Glancing at the time, it was already the usual time for Katniss to wake up. Due to work, my body clock was very accurate. Even if I had just fallen asleep at five o'clock, I would inevitably wake up at six o'clock.
I didn't wake Katniss up, but quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Looking at the familiar toothbrush cup, my reflection in the mirror, I recalled what I had gained from the beginning until now. It seemed like I had lost a lot.
When I came out of the bathroom, Katniss, with sleepy eyes, was waiting at the bathroom door. She had been up for a while, probably knowing I was in the bathroom, so she waited for me to finish washing up.
Seeing me come out, Katniss, who was about to yawn, quickly suppressed it, with a hint of embarrassment and fear on her face, as if she knew she had overslept and why.
"I'm sorry, honey, I overslept. I'll wash my hands and prepare breakfast for you."
Katniss rubbed her hands in front of her abdomen, looking very embarrassed and apologetic.
"It's okay, it's already too late. I'll just go downstairs and buy some breakfast."
I smiled slightly, trying to keep my expression as calm as possible. I had just washed my face, unsure if there were any signs of fatigue on my face.
"Okay."
Katniss glanced at the time on the wall. Even if she made breakfast as quickly as possible, there wasn't enough time. She could only agree with my suggestion, feeling extremely guilty.
As I dressed, Katniss hurried over to straighten my collar. She then crouched down to adjust my pant legs. When I was about to put on my shoes, Katniss quickly handed them to me. Even as I put on my shoes, she used a shoehorn to help me. This level of service was not what a wife should provide; it was more like that of a servant. I knew Katniss felt extremely guilty at that moment because her sexual activities with Nathan the previous day had caused her husband to miss a delicious breakfast that morning.
In Katniss's hesitant expression, I left the house. I drove straight to the company, without stopping to buy breakfast as I had told Katniss, because I really had no appetite.
At the office, I started my busy work. In the past, whenever I was troubled, working would temporarily make me forget my worries.
This method had always worked in the past, but today was different. I couldn't seem to calm down. Could it be that all my negative emotions were reaching a breaking point? My emotions were now dominated by negativity, making it impossible to focus, and causing some minor mistakes at work. I knew that when things needed to be addressed and resolved, even if they couldn't be resolved immediately, they needed to be acknowledged. How long would I have to endure this pain?
Everything has an end, especially the situation between Katniss and Nathan. It couldn't continue like this forever.
Actually, last night, I had thought about taking Katniss to the hospital today. But when I woke up in the morning, faced with Katniss's tired appearance and her humble act of helping me get dressed, I felt a twinge of reluctance. I was afraid that taking her to the hospital for a check-up would lead to negative thoughts for her, adding to her psychological burden. After all, it wasn't just me who was emotionally unstable now, but her as well.
But my hesitant and accommodating behavior might make things worse. Thinking back to the expressions of Nathan and Katniss in the video from last night, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart, unsure of what I was afraid of.
I picked up my phone, checked the time, and it was still early. Should I take Katniss to the hospital or not? Holding my phone, I hesitated to press the dial button.
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