Chapter 338
"Honey, why haven't you come back yet? I'm waiting for you to have dinner." On the phone, Katniss's voice sounded as gentle and familiar as usual, but after watching all the videos to uncover the truth, I felt that Katniss's words seemed somewhat unreal.
It felt like everything seen on the surveillance was a dream. Katniss seemed unchanged, could it be that all of this was just a dream?
"I'm almost home." I took a deep breath and said into the phone, my voice already hoarse from watching the videos for too long.
"Hurry up." After saying this, Katniss hung up the phone. I stood there holding the phone for a long time, even checked the call log repeatedly, as if the person I just talked to wasn't Katniss, but it was undoubtedly her.
Katniss's call caught me off guard, because everything that was happening seemed beyond my expectations.
After hanging up the phone, I put on my clothes and hurried home, but for some reason, I felt like I was walking into a dangerous party, with a sense of resolute sadness in my heart.
Back at the bottom of my building, I looked up at the floor where my apartment was. The living room lights were on as usual, but I hesitated to go up. The place I used to look forward to returning to had now become the place I feared the most. Was Katniss the only one at home? Was she really waiting for me to come back for dinner? Would yesterday's passion repeat itself? What happened yesterday completely caught Katniss off guard. According to her plan, I was supposed to arrive home just as she and Nathan were having their passionate moment, but I ended up going back to the office, disrupting her carefully arranged plan.
After one failure, would Katniss give up? She should be waiting for me to come home from work so she could try again.
But staying downstairs wasn't a solution. With a heavy heart, I opened the main door and made my way up the stairs to my apartment floor.
Standing in front of the door, I took a deep breath. I took out my keys to open the door, but when the key was about to enter the keyhole, I hesitated. I was afraid that opening the door would reveal something I didn't want to see, and my mind started to wander.
I didn't know how long I stood at the door. Suddenly, my phone rang, bringing me back to reality.
The phone rang loudly in the quiet hallway, loud enough for other residents to hear.
I checked my phone, it was Katniss calling.
Katniss's call had stirred up my emotions. I stood there indecisively, unsure whether to answer or not. I was already at the door, would answering the call make any difference? I stood there, not knowing what to do.
The door suddenly opened, and there was Katniss, holding the door handle with one hand and the phone to her ear with the other. It seemed she heard a noise when she called me, prompting her to open the door.
"Why are you back so late? The food is getting cold." After opening the door and seeing me, Katniss hung up the phone and complained, leaving me dumbfounded. She was neatly dressed, her expression normal and completely different from what I had imagined.
As she complained, Katniss handed me a pair of slippers.
"Are you okay, honey?" As I was lost in thought, Katniss's words startled me. She had already handed me the slippers and was now holding my briefcase.
Normally, after handing me the slippers, Katniss would take my briefcase from me. But this time, as she took the briefcase from me after the slippers, I found myself staring blankly, unable to let go.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." I changed into the slippers Katniss had prepared for me and sat directly at the dining table.
Even as I sat at the table, my mind was still in a fog. Everything felt so unreal. Was I dreaming? Was the video a dream or was this reality? Everything seemed beyond my understanding.
"Honey, go wash your hands quickly, then we can eat." Just as I sat down, Katniss's voice interrupted my thoughts again. I hadn't even touched the utensils, and I was contemplating how to address the situation with Katniss. Should I apologize first?
But before I could decide, Katniss interrupted me and handed me the utensils.
During dinner, my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't even taste the food, feeling dizzy. Katniss kept serving me, just like she always did. Everything seemed unchanged, which was unexpected after the events of the day.
After dinner, I still hadn't come to terms with everything. I sat on the couch, arms crossed, not turning on the TV. I sat there, lost in thought. Katniss was clearing the table, humming a tune, seemingly unaffected. Should I be the first to speak up? After much contemplation, I realized I didn't have the courage to initiate the conversation. I ended up retreating to the bedroom, lying down. Maybe in the darkness, I could talk to Katniss and feel a bit more at ease. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, arm covering my forehead, waiting like a criminal awaiting judgment.
After a long wait, I finally heard the sound of the bedroom door opening.
As the mattress creaked under her weight, Katniss sat on the edge of the bed. I didn't open my eyes, but I could hear her drying her hair with a towel. I could feel the moisture from her body on my thigh and smell the fragrance of her body wash.
Everything felt so unreal. The scenes of her and Nathan from yesterday kept replaying in my mind. Katniss's expressions and words were so different from her usual self, so wild and unrestrained. Even in the wildest moments with Nathan in the past, she had never been as uninhibited as she was yesterday. The unfamiliar and repulsive scent from her body made me uncomfortable.
I didn't have the courage to say anything, so I waited for Katniss to speak first.
But after a long while, when Katniss finished drying her hair and lay down next to me, the room fell silent as the lights went out. Katniss didn't say a word, and she slept just like before, holding onto my arm, curled up next to me like a kitten.
In the darkness, I opened my eyes, unable to understand what was happening. Everything was clear in the surveillance footage, Katniss had discovered everything, even "retaliated" me with Nathan yesterday, but now she was silent, acting as if nothing had happened. Had she forgotten everything after these days?
Had she relapsed into amnesia? But a part of me hoped that after these days, after the passion with Nathan, she regretted it and was now trying to make amends. That was the answer I hoped for, but was it the truth? Normally, I wasn't a curious person, but at that moment, I wanted to know the truth. If only I could read minds, then I could understand Katniss's true thoughts.
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