Chapter 297
Hearing Katniss snoring beside me, I knew she had fallen asleep. The fact that she, who is usually so complex emotionally, fell asleep so quickly meant she was really tired and free from worries, thanks to being satisfied by Nathan earlier.
Her falling asleep meant she had no intention of explaining things to me. This state of Katniss actually made me feel even more uncomfortable, and hearing her snoring felt like a big irony to me.
I wanted to pull my arm out from Katniss's embrace, even though she smelled clean. But I could still sense the scent of male hormones emanating from her body.
I couldn't fall asleep at all that night. I kept trying to calm myself down, but I ended up staying awake until dawn. In the past, I could at least take a short nap, but this was the first time I stayed awake all night until morning.
As dawn broke, I felt a greasy layer of dirt on my face.
Time passed by minute by minute. When I finally came to my senses, I checked the time and realized it was time for me to get up, freshen up, and have breakfast.
Half an hour before this time, Katniss should have been up preparing breakfast for me. But at this moment, Katniss was still asleep. She wasn't holding onto my arm anymore; she had turned over multiple times during the night and was now sleeping soundly with her back to me.
That night, I thought about a lot of things - memories with Katniss, both painful and joyful, everything that had happened, and the possible future situations. My heart was incredibly conflicted, filled more with anger and sadness because Katniss had betrayed our promise.
After checking the time, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up, washing away the greasiness from not sleeping all night.
I saw those two cups, the handles placed together in one direction, which seemed ridiculous. Did those cups still hold any meaning? There was no indication of whether Katniss had secretly gone to be with Nathan again. And this time, it wasn't when I was drunk but when I was sober.
After freshening up, I left the room. Katniss was still asleep, and in the other bedroom, Nathan's unique snoring could be heard. Nathan's snoring wasn't usually loud, but today it was surprisingly loud. I could hear it clearly in the living room and even when I was in the bathroom.
He had been in the room for who knows how long, engaging in passionate lovemaking with my beloved wife, but I hadn't seen him in days.
Katniss's snoring was light, Nathan's was loud, and the two snorings echoed between the two rooms.
Hearing both voices echoing in my ears, the moans from last night, the sounds of intimacy, all played in my mind, making me feel agitated.
Looking at the empty dining table only added to my unease.
I got dressed and took one last look at my bedroom before leaving. The sound of me getting dressed only caused Katniss to stir briefly, rolling over but not waking up.
I opened the door and slowly left the house.
I rarely skipped breakfast. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, necessary to endure a busy day ahead.
But I decided not to have breakfast this time. Maybe this feeling would make me realize things more deeply.
When I arrived at the office, I felt groggy, having not slept all night and skipped breakfast. My energy was low.
However, I quickly got into work mode and started my busy day. Just when I had finally gotten into the groove of work, my phone suddenly rang, interrupting my thoughts with its familiar ringtone.
I glanced at my phone. It was Katniss calling. It had been over an hour since I left home, and this call indicated that Katniss might have just woken up.
Why was she calling? To apologize for oversleeping? Or to explain what happened last night? I looked at my phone, lost in thought, unsure whether to answer or not.
After the phone rang for a while, it hung up automatically. But after a while, my phone rang again, incessantly. I couldn't focus on work with the continuous ringing, and since there could be client calls, I couldn't turn off or silence my phone. Eventually, annoyed by Katniss's calls, I had to answer the phone.
"Sorry, honey, I overslept this morning and didn't prepare breakfast for you. Have you eaten?"
After answering the call, Katniss let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps not having answered the phone for a long time had made her very nervous. As soon as the call connected, Katniss spoke directly, but what she said was not what I wanted to hear.
"No, I haven't."
I replied curtly, sounding somewhat indifferent.
"Why didn't you have breakfast? You'll wear yourself out."
Katniss sounded very worried and anxious, with a hint of reproach in her tone.
Her behavior and tone made me feel like last night was just a dream. Was Katniss pretending to care for me? If she really cared, why would she betray our promise and have a secret affair with Nathan?
"I'm not hungry. I'm working. If it's not urgent, don't call me."
Katniss kept harping on whether I had breakfast or not, completely avoiding the topic of what happened with Nathan last night. This attitude made me angry, so after a few words, I hung up the phone directly.
After hanging up, Katniss didn't call again. At that moment, I felt even more oppressed. That call from Katniss was better left unanswered.
It took me a long time to get back into the groove, but my state was still very bad. I was exhausted and sleepy, resorting to smoking, chewing gum, and drinking super strong coffee to stay awake.
By noon, the employees went to the cafeteria for lunch, but I didn't have time to rest because my work efficiency was affected. I hadn't finished my work, so I had to work overtime during lunchtime. Since I hadn't eaten breakfast in the morning, my stomach was already protesting, feeling very uncomfortable.
I had to order takeout since I couldn't leave for lunch. After a while, the food finally arrived, but it was brought by my secretary.
Later, in the secretary's words, I learned that this lunch was sent by Katniss. She was afraid of disturbing my work, so she handed the food to the secretary to pass on to me, then Katniss went home. Did she feel guilty and couldn't face me? Soon after, the takeout I ordered also arrived. I looked at the two meals in front of me and hesitated.
But in the end, influenced by my mood, I ate the takeout I ordered, leaving untouched the meal Katniss had prepared for me. I didn't even open the food container; I had no idea what Katniss had made for me.
Was it a lunch of apology? I was angry at Katniss for not keeping her word.
After lunch, I felt much better. By the time I finished my work in the evening, I hesitated when I looked at the lunch Katniss had prepared for me, still untouched. Should I go home tonight or not?
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