Chapter 350
Only to see Nathan take a deep breath, look at the bathroom door with some reluctance, and then sigh dejectedly.
He slowly walked into our bedroom, with the bedroom door slightly ajar. Nathan peeked inside through the crack, found me still asleep, mustered up the courage to open the door, and walked in slowly.
Seeing me still asleep, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His gaze then focused on my drunken face, exuding the essence of alcohol.
At that moment, watching my peaceful self on the monitor, a sense of tranquility and harmony was written on my face. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so at ease.
As Nathan looked at me sleeping, he seemed to recall my childhood. He gazed at me blankly, a kindness in his eyes that hadn't been seen in a long time. It was in that moment that I saw a glimpse of the father he should be.
After staring at me for a while, Nathan finally lowered his head and asked me softly, "Kevin, do you feel like throwing up? are you asleep?"
Upon hearing these words, I initially thought Nathan was testing whether I was truly asleep or pretending. But looking at the worry on Nathan's face, it was clear that he genuinely cared about me. If not for that reason, then Nathan's acting skills were just too good.
Seeing no response from me, Nathan sighed and walked out of the room. As he passed by the bathroom where Katniss was, he glanced back without stopping, then continued towards his own bedroom, his expression filled with resignation.
Seeing Nathan in this state, he must have been torn and struggling internally. On one hand, he was indulging in Katniss's body, and on the other hand, the display of fatherly affection moments ago left him feeling guilty. Hence, his expression was complex at that moment.
Seeing Nathan like this, his state was definitely not an act. After all, there was no one else around at that time, and Nathan was unaware of the surveillance. Who was he performing for with these actions? If Nathan's current emotions were genuine, then what really happened last night? When Nathan returned to his bedroom, leaning against the door, a hint of reluctance appeared on his face. But after a few seconds, he could only quietly lie back down on the bed, turning away from the bed, looking a bit lonely.
Meanwhile, in the surveillance video, Katniss was quietly washing her delicate body, not missing any part, especially the most sensual ones.
Watching Katniss's body on the monitor, although I had seen it countless times, her sexy figure never got old.
Especially her firm and perky breasts and buttocks, I couldn't help but feel like they seemed fuller than before. Was it just my imagination? Or was it due to Nathan's diligent and persistent caresses over time? Due to the water flow and mist obscuring the view, I couldn't see Katniss's expression. Throughout the process, Katniss kept her eyes closed most of the time, but many times, her face would turn towards the door, although not clearly visible, I knew she was looking at the door, perhaps waiting for something or anticipating something, only to end up disappointed as the door remained closed.
After finishing her shower, drying off her body, Katniss stood in front of the mirror, seemingly admiring her figure like a narcissist, satisfied with every inch of her body from top to bottom. Then she looked into her own eyes in the mirror, as if trying to decipher the emotions reflected in her gaze.
When Katniss opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, she noticed that the living room lights were already off, as well as the lights in our bedroom, leaving the whole house in darkness.
Standing at the bathroom door, Katniss glanced at our bedroom, then at Nathan's bedroom, before finally heading towards our bedroom.
Turning on the bedroom light, Katniss's gaze fell on me lying on the bed, looking lifeless and flushed with the essence of alcohol. She looked at me with a complex expression, various emotions playing out on her face. Finally, she slowly approached the window, leaned down, and brought her mouth close to my cheek as if to kiss me.
But then she immediately stood up, climbed onto the bed slowly, and leaned against my side, as if preparing to sleep as usual.
"Honey, I don't know if you're asleep. Seeing you like this, clearly drunk, I might guess the reason why you drank so much tonight." Katniss murmured softly by my ear, her expression complex after saying this sentence. For the first time, I saw a unique emotion in her, a sense of regret. What was the reason behind this emotion? I couldn't tell.
"I'll just assume you're not asleep." After a pause of several seconds, Katniss spoke again, as if making a decision, and slowly got out of bed.
As Katniss walked towards the door, her steps halted, a hint of struggle flashed across her face as she turned back to me. This time, her eyes showed love, but more so, sadness. Finally, she turned away, giving me one last glance before saying goodbye, like a wife bidding farewell to her husband, or rather, bidding farewell forever. Katniss opened the door and walked out, but as she was about to close the door, her hand hesitated. After a moment of thought, she reopened the door, gave me one last look standing at the doorway, then walked away without looking back towards the next room.
Passing by the bathroom, Katniss stopped at the doorway of Nathan's bedroom.
In the past, when Katniss came to Nathan's door, she would hesitate briefly, even struggle for a while. But this time, Katniss showed no hesitation or pause. She pushed open Nathan's door directly, walked into his room, and casually closed the door behind her.
Upon entering the room, Katniss leaned against the door, mirroring Nathan's actions when he first entered the room.
At the sound of the door opening behind him, Nathan tensed all over, maintaining the same posture with his back to the bed, not moving a muscle.
Before Katniss entered, although Nathan had his eyes closed, he was visibly conflicted, his brow furrowed countless times.
Even when Katniss reached the doorway, he didn't notice until the door was opened and closed, then his closed eyes snapping open, shining brilliantly in the darkness.
His surprised, delighted, and conflicted expression was evident in his open eyes.
Nathan, whether due to nervousness or excitement, found his body trembling slightly.
As Katniss entered the room, a sudden silence fell over her. He couldn't see Katniss behind him, and his body trembled even more violently. At that moment, he resembled a soldier in hiding, remaining utterly still, as if any movement might reveal his presence.
After waiting by the door for a while, Katniss slowly approached the bed. Although the room was dim, the slight trembling of Nathan's body was still audible to her ears.
Seeing Nathan in this state, a hint of amusement crossed Katniss's face, even a sense of excitement, but the room was too dark, and the night vision camera didn't capture the scene clearly.
When Katniss reached Nathan's bedside, she thought for a moment, then lifted her feet off the ground, kicked off her slippers, and slowly climbed onto the bed. She lay down gently next to Nathan, as if a married couple sleeping in the same position.
Although Katniss and Nathan lay in the same position, there was still a gap of two fists between Katniss's body and Nathan's.
After a moment of silence, Katniss slowly moved her body forward, like a worm wriggling, constantly adjusting her position. Finally, Katniss's body touched Nathan's, her two full breasts pressing against his back. Nathan felt the warmth of her touch, and his previously trembling body stiffened, remaining motionless.
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