Chapter53

"Jade." Finally there was another voice, low and dry, as if it was very difficult to speak.
Samara had heard this kind of sound, that day, when I first saw Jade. Her hands were clenched into fists, and she felt so painful thinking about the sushi that she made carefully, and the sushi that was finally forgotten. She seemed to have a premonition, a premonition that made her scared.
She should have to go. She can walk downstairs with a few steps, so everything is the same as before. She is still Cole's wife, he is still that domineering and gentle husband, everything hasn't changed, but her legs won't allow her to move.
"Cole, you tell me, why are you getting married?" Sobbing, heartbroken, "You know, how sad I was when I heard this news? I don't even have the courage to live."
"For half a year, for half a year, I have stayed in France and dare not come back. I have worked so long and worked so long before I dare to come to see you. Because I promised you, I will come to spend time with you every New Year. Yes. Even if this year, you are no longer the same you were before, I will still abide by the agreement and come back."
"I said to myself, if you have a good life, then I'm just your...friend, just look at you silently and wish you well, but no, I can't do it."
"Stop talking, Jade." His voice had a faint sadness, a sadness she had never heard before.
"I can't do it, so I'm here tonight, I want to ask you, do I still own you? My Cole."
"..."
"do you still love me?"
"..."
"Are you afraid of hurting her? If..."
"Jade, if you dare to pull her in, I swear, I will not forgive you." The firm voice expressed his will.
"Well, don't involve her, then you tell me whether you love her or not, if you love her, I will give up and I won't bother you again."
"..."
"Well, you just need to tell me, why did you marry her in the first place?"
"……I think I love her."
"really?"
"I don t know..."
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"I want to know this question too." The door was pushed open. Samara stood by the door, her eyes widened and her lips tightly pressed. Except for her breathing a little faster, her expression was calm, and she was very sensible when asked.
The two people in the room reacted differently to her arrival.
Cole's face changed in an instant. The original handsome face was very pale at the moment; while Jade, with strings of teardrops hanging on his beautiful face, was still terribly beautiful.
"Cole, tell me, do you love me or not?" She asked very calmly and clearly. In fact, she should have heard the dialogue and ran away crying. This is in line with the classic plot of the novel. It's a pity that her current physical condition is really unable to perform such difficult movements to meet the audience's requirements, and she doesn't want to leave at all, and she doesn't want to listen anymore. If she has any questions, she would rather say something. Ask to understand.
"Sam." Cole stood at the desk, pinching the document tightly in his hand, about to squeeze the paper. This is the first time Samara has seen him be nervous since they have known each other for so long. It's ironic.
"You just have to answer me, nothing else."
"I do love you, I just need more time to finger something out. It all happend too quick."
It seemed that after a long, long time, the three people who were facing each other in the study did not speak.
"Very well, I understand." Her heart didn't even feel anymore, and she could still smile back a few steps.
This man, the man she loves, the man she marries, her husband, even to this day, she finds that she doesn't know him at all, but in some respects, she still understands him. He does not lie, it should be said that he disdains lying. With a proud family background, good looks, and smart mind, he doesn't need to lie at all.
"I think, I understand." She turned slowly and walked outside.
Outside the door, Ruth had a sad expression on her face.
Later, Samara smiled, then went downstairs, took the hot milk and drank it, then went back to the room, doing what was supposed to be done, as if nothing happened.
Even though, there was a huge noise from the study room upstairs, and the sound of things shattering to the ground, like a bomb exploding upstairs, all the servants ran in from the servant room in the backyard, Samara was still quiet Lying on the bed, she was not affected at all, and would never be affected again.
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The sweet life suddenly became a cold war, to be exact, even the cold war can't be called. In the cold war, the husband and wife just didn't talk or touch, but they were angry in their hearts.
But they are not. Samara has always been very calm. Her life is just like usual, eating, walking, sleeping, and having a weekly check-up.
Cole is also very calm. Going to work, going to get off work, eating with his wife, walking, sleeping, and giving birth, everything seems to be the same as before, but in fact, everything is different.
They sat on the soft sofa together and watched TV. Just like the sweet coexistence of every day in the past.
But there are no more sweet coquettish voices, capricious humiliation voices from the hostess, no gentle coaxing and helpless compromise voices from the host, and some have only two words, "thank you".
That's what Samara said when Cole helped her hold a plate full of fruit. She quietly ate the plump imported grapes one by one, turning a blind eye to the beautifully rubbed apples in the fruit basket.
Watching TV quietly, walking quietly, doing everything quietly, the smile they miss most, the simple smile as if the whole world are simple smiles, I can't see it anymore.
They are no longer a couple in love. They now look like strangers. They were once the most familiar, but now they are strangers.
Of course Samara knows that Tina and the others are worried about her, but what are they worried about? Everything is normal for her, she eats well enough to sleep, and even her baby is behaved recently, without kicking wildly, her condition is actually very good.
She just, just don't want to talk, she has to think about it, think about her own affairs, and wait until she wants to understand it.
Cole couldn't speak either, he didn't know what to say. In fact, he is now in a very strange fear.
Since that night, Samara hasn't cried or made trouble, but she's not crying or making trouble but it's even more terrifying. He has a feeling that he seems to be about to lose her.