I suddenly burst into laughter.
I thought that with how absorbed he was in the kiss just now, he would at least make a request that suited the current atmosphere; I didn’t expect to find out that he just didn’t want to divorce me.
Jonathan looked a little dissatisfied to see me laugh, but he didn’t dare say it out loud. Instead, he just tickled me gently and said, “Stop laughing and answer my question…”
I gradually stopped laughing, my face becoming expressionless.
Jonathan panicked again upon seeing that. “You don’t have to answer my question. We’re doing
pretty good as we are now…”
I understood his reaction and sighed softly, stroking his cheek. “Will you please let me think further on it, Jonathan?”
Although we had resolved the misunderstandings between us, it wasn’t easy for me to start trusting him again.
We may not have crossed each other’s bottom line, but the scars were still there, especially for couples like us that had endured many hardships.
A lot of time was required to rebuild trust between us.
I focused on making sure I carried the child to term, though I was a little more tolerant of
Jonathan on account of the child.
It was because he really did a good job proving he had changed, especially in taking care of me during my pregnancy. I almost never had to suffer, and other than the natural discomfort my body experienced, he would help me avoid all other unnecessary pain.
I soon gave birth to the baby, and the days passed quickly.
I still remembered something my seniors had once told me–once I had a child, I would know my
spouse’s true colors.
Therefore, I had mentally prepared myself.
I was now no longer mentally dependent on anyone, but it didn’t mean that I would refuse
everyone’s help. I simply didn’t want to live my life relying on anyone anymore.
If Jonathan turned out to be a good father, I would be happy about it; if Jonathan’s actions did not satisfy me, I would also leave him without turning back. (1
As expected, he never let me down.
After he put the baby to sleep today, he turned to return to our bedroom only to see me leaning
against the doorway and smiling at him.
He quietly walked up to me and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just that I haven’t seen this cold side of you for a long time.”
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