Chapter 307
I fast-forwarded the scene, and next, Katniss was preparing a meal for me. After greeting Nathan, she took the meal to me. However, I didn't eat that lunch, and it wasn't until the evening that Katniss personally came to the office to find me.
After Katniss left to deliver the meal to me, Nathan seemed somewhat down. He was jealous because he saw how nervous and flustered Katniss was when she woke up that day, all because of me. Perhaps after so many intimate encounters, he expected to hold a high place in Katniss's heart. However, witnessing Katniss's care and concern for me, he couldn't help but feel jealous. Eventually, Nathan tidied up and left for the island.
When Katniss returned home after delivering the lunch, she didn't see Nathan and realized he had left. Katniss breathed a sigh of relief, not feeling too attached, but still conflicted after Nathan's departure.
In the evening, Katniss prepared a meal and waited for me at the dining table, but I never returned. As time passed, Katniss became more anxious, especially after the intimate night with Nathan. She feared I might have found out and felt resentful. Since I didn't return, Katniss left the house without eating, leading to the subsequent events.
After watching all this, I felt relieved, knowing nothing significant had happened during the day. Although I was angry about the previous night, realizing it was truly an accident as Katniss had mentioned, eased my mind.
However, I was deeply concerned. Nathan left during the day with regret, thinking Katniss still didn't care about him and only saw him as a living sex toy. But from observing all the details, I knew Nathan had a place in Katniss's heart. Small gestures like Katniss bringing food to Nathan revealed crucial hidden factors, which Nathan failed to see.
Considering the numerous intimate encounters with Nathan, it was unrealistic to think Katniss still saw him as a father figure. Her feelings had shifted towards a man she admired, even if just slightly.
Closing the computer, I saw Katniss sleeping in bed, indicating she hadn't rested well from the previous night.
Reflecting on everything, I felt trapped in this cycle. With time passing, I grew weary, losing the initial curiosity and excitement, replaced by jealousy. I began to reevaluate my current mindset, feeling like it was time to end everything. Despite some lingering unease, perhaps just my intuition, it was essential to return to a normal life for complete peace of mind.
With complex emotions, I lay down on the bed. Previously, I would always fall asleep holding Katniss, forming a habit. However, recently, that need and feeling had faded. It seemed like I was drifting further from my past life. Although I had been indecisive, it was time for a resolution.
The night passed with contemplation, and I didn't sleep well. The next morning, I was awakened not by my alarm but by Katniss's phone alarm. Looking at the phone, then at Katniss still asleep, I turned off the alarm, and she slowly woke up.
"Sorry, honey, I set the alarm to avoid oversleeping, didn't expect to wake you up too."
Rubbing her eyes, Katniss seemed embarrassed seeing me also disturbed by the alarm.
I remained silent, closing my eyes, feeling disoriented from the lack of sleep and the morning disturbance.
Katniss got up to prepare breakfast, and although I kept my eyes closed, I couldn't sleep. The root of this alarm was Nathan. If it weren't for the exhausting night with Nathan, Katniss wouldn't have overslept. I might have entered a misconception, but I wasn't ready to rescue myself from it.
After breakfast, I went to the office to work. Today was unusually quiet, allowing me time to focus. As fatigue from the previous night's lack of sleep set in, I reclined on my chair, contemplating.
I recalled the doctor's words: Katniss had finished her medication. Her recovery should be complete. Why then did her expressions during moments of passion show no change? It seemed like there was no actual improvement. Had the doctor deceived me?
Organizing my thoughts, I called the doctor again.
After the call, I felt anxious. The doctor reassured me that Katniss was physically fine now, and any signs of sexual addiction were likely psychological. Since her physical health had recovered, it was a matter of addressing the psychological aspects.
The best solution now was to find a psychologist for Katniss. However, I understood the root of her sexual addiction. How could I let an outsider know about this? For safety, I dismissed the idea of seeking a psychologist. The psychological reasons were understandable. After numerous encounters with Nathan, Katniss had adapted to his intense lovemaking and his physical attributes. I had to admit Nathan's sexual prowess was remarkable, unmatched by me or others.
Like feeding a person accustomed to simple food with caviar, then reverting to basic fare, they wouldn't find it appetizing. While consuming simple food, their mind would long for the gourmet experience.
Placing my phone on the desk, I pinched the bridge of my nose. Since I couldn't seek a psychologist, and I didn't want this game to continue, I had to play the role of a psychologist myself.
But how could I approach Katniss about this? Should I directly tell her: "The doctor said you're cured, you don't need to be intimate with Nathan anymore, you can end your sexual encounters now"?
Shaking my head, I rejected that idea. I was at the office, not the right place to discuss this with Katniss. How could I play the role of a psychologist, end Katniss's relationship with Nathan without affecting our bond? This was my biggest challenge now.
After all, once Katniss and Nathan ended their sexual relationship, I wanted to return to my previous life. At this point, I found myself reminiscing about the past and questioning if things would have been better if I hadn't orchestrated all this. Perhaps life would be more beautiful now?
Or maybe I wouldn't have achieved my current status and accomplishments?
After much contemplation, I picked up my phone. Some things needed to be said. I didn't want to call Katniss or go home at that moment. I decided to use the most common method we used during our courtship.
I opened my phone and started composing an email, as I hadn't used text messages in a while, and even typing felt awkward. After typing and deleting a few words, I pondered for a while. Eventually, after about ten minutes of editing, I sent those few words to Katniss.
"If I asked you to end your sexual relationship with Nathan now, could you do it?"
With this brief message sent to Katniss, I suddenly felt a weight lifted off my chest. I had begun to play the role of a psychologist. What would be the outcome?
I waited for Katniss's reply, but after five minutes, there was no response. Was she hesitating, or had she not seen the email yet?
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