Chapter 290
Katniss eventually noticed the door and knew that I had been secretly watching her and Nathan. Upon hearing Katniss say these words, I felt a deep sense of regret. I was too reckless last night and ended up exposing myself. Luckily, Katniss did not discover the secret surveillance.
However, this situation seemed to have an unexpected effect as Katniss actually brought up ending things with Nathan on her own.
Upon hearing this news, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But for some reason, I didn't feel any sense of ease.
Perhaps I could sense that Katniss's words were not sincere, at least not willingly.
Unfortunately, I couldn't see Katniss's expression at the moment she sent that message. Was she reluctant and sad? "This is normal, but for the sake of your health, I can sacrifice all these, don't overthink it.
"Okay, I have to work now."
After much thought, I replied to Katniss with this sentence. At the end, I lied to end this text conversation because I didn't know how to continue talking to Katniss.
"Okay, honey, you go ahead and work."
Katniss replied simply, and everything fell into silence.
At that moment, the takeout also arrived. I placed the takeout on the desk and started eating while looking at the reports.
But I couldn't focus, my mind was wandering.
I closed the report, took advantage of the quiet lunchtime, and opened the surveillance video again. However, this time I didn't open the current surveillance at home, instead, I adjusted the video surveillance to last night.
I fast-forwarded and rewound the footage until I reached the time when I turned off the lights last night. The footage started playing and progressing.
I turned off the bedroom light, and the room fell into silence. Katniss and I lay side by side.
I pretended to sleep with my eyes closed, and Katniss did the same. Under my careful control, my breathing remained steady. Although I couldn't hear Katniss's breathing in the surveillance, I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her chest moved significantly, and during this process, Katniss opened her eyes several times. However, she didn't move her head but tried to look in my direction with her eyes, avoiding making any noise to wake me up.
During this process, Katniss's body lifted slightly a few times, but after some thought, she gently lay back down.
Seeing Katniss's state, perhaps she thought about getting up from bed but was afraid of disturbing me or maybe afraid that I wasn't really asleep.
After waiting for an hour or two, when the time was right, Katniss had endured enough. She slowly got up, being extremely cautious not to make a sound. As she got up, her eyes were fixed on me, showing nervousness. Behind the nervousness, there was desire and impatience.
Katniss and I were as I had imagined last night. She got out of bed cautiously and then opened the door. I kept fast-forwarding because this process was too long.
After Katniss walked out of the room and closed the door, she stood outside my bedroom door, closed her eyes, took a deep breath. It seemed that the previous process was also a torment for her. After standing at the door for a while, she finally took a last look at the closed door, still showing signs of nervousness in her eyes. After taking another deep breath, she walked softly towards Nathan's room.
However, when the footage reached this point, I felt like I had missed something. After careful recollection, it seemed that I had forgotten to check Nathan's footage. Although Nathan was at home last night, I never saw him.
I was about to switch the surveillance to Nathan's room, but I also felt strange. I had never been so flustered and hesitant before. I had always been very organized in my actions, but today was different.
Perhaps it was because of what the doctor had said, making decisions that I had been unable to make for days.
I paused all the footage, calmed down, thought and summarized everything, and finally sighed. I closed all the surveillance footage.
Then I adjusted the surveillance time to after I left home in the morning and started watching from the beginning, to avoid any regrets or omissions.
After I left in the morning, Katniss was preparing to do the housework as usual, but her eyes kept unintentionally glancing towards the bathroom.
Seeing Katniss like this, I felt somewhat relieved. At least it was better than Katniss eagerly running to the bathroom to take a look. I remembered the last time Katniss couldn't wait to run to the bathroom. This time, for some reason, she didn't rush over immediately.
Finally, when Katniss entered the bathroom with dirty clothes, her gaze couldn't help but land on the cup. When she saw the cup's position, her eyes showed a hint of excitement, followed by a tinge of sorrow.
Katniss put the clothes in the washing machine and sat on the couch waiting for the laundry cycle to finish, which took almost forty minutes.
So she sat on the couch, arms hugging her ample chest, looking down lost in thought.
Her eyes kept glancing at the time, and eventually, she took out her phone. However, when the phone was about to ring, Katniss closed it again, looking conflicted as she bit her lower lip.
While Katniss was still hesitating, the bathroom announced that the laundry was done.
Katniss put down her phone and started doing housework. While preparing lunch and eating, Katniss seemed absent-minded, her eyes constantly checking the clock and her phone.
It seemed like she wanted to call Nathan but couldn't convince herself.
After lunch, as Katniss lay down on the bed to take a nap, she looked at the clock and a hint of anxiety flashed in her eyes. Finally, she picked up the phone and called Nathan, asking if he was coming back today. This was like an implied message. If Nathan didn't understand the meaning of this question, he would seem quite foolish.
After hanging up the phone, Katniss leaned against the bed, biting her lip, her eyes fixed on the clock.
By this time, it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon, still more than three hours before I got off work.
From what I knew about Katniss, she was also struggling during this process. The conversation we had that day, whether to call Nathan back during the day for intimacy or wait until the evening, was she wavering? Her call to Nathan indicated her hesitation and a hopeful attempt to convince herself.
Seeing all this, I started feeling nervous.
Did Katniss lie to Nathan and me about having intimacy during the day? Was her visit to Nathan's room at night just an act for me? The events that followed partially confirmed my thoughts. Less than half an hour later, the sound of the door unlocking at my house could be heard. Nathan, as usual, peeked in before entering, but this time, he seemed much more relaxed than the last time.
After Nathan entered, he looked directly at the open bedroom door, our bedroom. Katniss was sitting on the bed with her back against the pillow, her bare white feet facing the door. Upon seeing Nathan enter, Katniss glanced at him, didn't greet him as a normal son-in-law would, and quickly lowered her head. Her face slowly turned red, and she kept her eyes on her phone. In fact, she only picked up the phone when she heard the sound of the door unlocking, just to cover up the current awkwardness.
After entering, Nathan noticed Katniss's silence. Surprisingly, he didn't say anything either. After changing his shoes, he asked Katniss if she had lunch. Katniss didn't look up, still staring at her phone, and nodded slightly. After changing his shoes, Nathan went to his room as usual, but in his own bedroom, Nathan didn't even bother to look around. His eyes kept glancing towards the door, seemingly waiting for Katniss to come to him.
Meanwhile, Katniss sat on her bed, conflicted. She looked at the wall clock and her phone alternately, and finally, she had to put down her phone and look at her door. Biting her lower lip, when she released her lower lip, the deep tooth marks were clearly visible.
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