Chapter 287
Just as I was about to open the phone interface for the final step, my phone rang, and I had to set down the mouse without clicking for the last time.
Feeling a bit annoyed, I picked up my phone. Work was hectic these days, with dozens of calls coming in every day. I casually glanced at the screen after picking up the phone, and instantly perked up when I saw it was Katniss calling. Why was Katniss calling me at this time? "Honey, you haven't finished work yet?" I answered the call, and Katniss's voice came through from the computer, sounding natural but with a hint of tension in her words.
"Not yet, what's up?" I checked the time and realized it was already past my usual time to get home. Katniss's call was so sudden that I casually lied, as I hadn't checked the surveillance video and didn't know what was happening at home, so I wasn't sure if I should go back tonight.
"Honey, come home for dinner. What time will you be back?"
After hearing my response, Katniss fell silent briefly, then with a hint of pleading in her voice, she said, "Okay." I was puzzled by my own response to Katniss's words. By the time I realized it, Katniss had already hung up, leaving me listening to the busy tone. I was grateful for installing the surveillance cameras, as it turned out to be the right choice. Without them, I might have missed a lot and not thought of many things.
Once I snapped out of it, I quickly got dressed. Time was running out, and I didn't have time to check the computer surveillance. Driving back home, my mind kept replaying the events. What was going on? Had something happened between them during the day, or was nothing happening today at all? I would have to wait until I got home to find out.
Upon arriving at the front door, I carefully unlocked it, unsure why I was being so cautious. Inside, I saw Katniss sitting at the dining table as usual, waiting for me to have dinner, with a sumptuous meal laid out.
The sound of me opening the door was so soft that Katniss, lost in thought, didn't even notice my presence. She sat there, staring at the food on the table, unmoving.
I sighed and bent down to take off my shoes. In the past, Katniss would have rushed to help me with my shoes at the door, but today I had to do it myself.
I didn't see Nathan in the living room, nor did I detect any unusual smells. It seemed like nothing had happened, no traces or scents of intimacy. Had Katniss changed her mind halfway through the day? Was her sex addiction truly fading away?
As I bent down to change my shoes, I noticed a pair of men's shoes by the door that weren't mine. They were placed on the shoe rack, looking ordinary, but I noticed them because it was rare for me to change my own shoes. If Katniss had been the one to change my shoes as usual, I wouldn't have noticed the change. The shoes belonged to Nathan, with some fresh mud residue on them. Mud was rare in the city, so the mud on Nathan's shoes must have come from the island. Nathan was back, but he wasn't in the living room. After changing my shoes, I walked to the dining table, where Katniss still hadn't noticed my presence, as if she had turned into a statue.
Had I become invisible? Or were my movements just too gentle?
In the end, I had to tap the table a few times with my fingers. Katniss finally showed a slight reaction in her eyes, as if a statue had come to life.
"Honey, you..." Katniss finally noticed me, looking startled and flustered, not surprised. She hadn't realized when I entered the room, and now she seemed at a loss for words.
"What were you thinking about? You were so lost in thought that you didn't even notice me coming in." I smiled and walked past Katniss towards the bathroom, pretending to be casual as I spoke with my back to her.
"Nothing, just washing up for dinner." Although I didn't see Katniss's expression, I could hear the tremor in her voice, revealing her current anxiety and nervousness.
While washing up, I glanced at the toothbrush cup, which still looked the same as in the morning. Nathan was back, but there were no signs of him in the room. This basically ruled out the possibility of any daytime intimacy between them. As I walked out of the bathroom, Katniss's expression had returned to normal. Perhaps due to nerves, her face still had a hint of blush. At the dining table, we ate in silence, with Katniss serving me food and eating very little herself, slowly. After I finished eating, Katniss put down her utensils. Throughout the meal, we didn't exchange a word, and the only sound in the room was the clinking of cutlery.
I observed Katniss's eating habits with my peripheral vision. Although she didn't eat much, during the meal, she consumed only about one-fifth of her usual portion. Despite eating at the same time as me, her slow pace indicated that she had probably eaten something before I got home, or she simply had no appetite.
I only found two sets of utensils on the table, one for me and one for Katniss. Was Nathan not having dinner? Perhaps he and Katniss had already eaten together before I got home.
Looking at the remnants of the meal, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. After setting down my utensils, I got up and returned to the bedroom, while Katniss silently cleaned up the table, her eyes and expression cautious.
Lying on the bed, I pondered whether I should ask Katniss about the events of the day, whether something had happened between them during the day, or if they were planning to be intimate tonight while I was at home.
I recalled our previous discussions about the timing of Katniss and Nathan's intimacy, but we never found a good solution. I didn't want intimacy during the day, nor did I want to stay overnight at work or go to the island. That left the possibility of them being intimate while I was at home.
Was that the only option left? Was tonight going to be the start of it? Imagining myself lying here while Katniss went to the next room to be intimate with Nathan, even if they were quiet, in a room with poor soundproofing on such a quiet night, I might still hear the sounds of intimacy under the covers. Would I be able to bear hearing Nathan's gasps, Katniss's suppressed moans, and the physical impact of their bodies? Would I feel excited or just melancholic? As I pondered, Katniss walked into the room, startling me with the sound of the door opening. She glanced at me, then quickly lowered her head and began changing clothes by the cabinet.
There were no smells or traces in the room, which essentially ruled out the possibility of intimacy during the day. I watched as Katniss took off her clothes, leaving only her underwear and bra, then put on her usual nightgown, covering her sensual figure once again.
Perhaps Katniss was also feeling conflicted, even with her back turned to me. Maybe she was contemplating how to broach the subject with me, while Nathan was likely getting impatient in the other room.
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