Kapitel 30: The mood swings
The next morning…
Abigail woke up at her usual time. She was surprised to find herself in his arms. She stared at his face, which was so close to hers, with her wide eyes, wondering why he had been still in bed.
'Shouldn't he be out jogging?'
Abigail couldn't understand how he had been sleeping until now. She had always seen him get up before her and go for a jog. It was the first time she had seen him asleep when she woke up in the morning.
He had his arm around her waist, much to her surprise.
Abigail's heartbeat was becoming increasingly rapid. She was supposed to be getting ready for work soon, but she had forgotten and continued to stare at him.
She had always been drawn to his good looks. How could she keep her thoughts from racing when he was so close to her, his arm around her waist?
Abigail was ecstatic. Even though he was sleeping, she was in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. She'd like to stay like this for a while, savoring the sensation.
She gently placed her hand on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.
Their hearts tuned with each other, and she grew more excited.
Abigail crept closer to him, wanting to nestle into his chest.
Christopher opened his eyes and drew her to his chest subconsciously.
Abigail became frozen, eyes wide, and her breathing stopped.
Christopher stared at her groggily. "What time is it?" he asked lazily.
"It's…" She turned her head to look at the table clock. "7 o'clock."
"Hmm…" He closed his eyes again, not leaving her.
Abigail was taken aback once more. She expected him to get ready for work, but he was going to sleep again. She wondered if he had taken the day off.
She grew restless.
If he didn't go to the office, she wouldn't be able to go to work. She couldn't tell him about the job because it hadn't been confirmed yet. She was certain he would not let her work. If she officially joined a company, she believed he wouldn't be able to stop her from working.
Abigail didn't want to be late for her training on the first day. She feared Jasper would change his mind.
One thought rushed into her mind that made her concerned.
"Are you not feeling well?" she asked worriedly.
He closed his eyes without responding. He actually didn't know what to say.
"No… I mean… you didn't go jogging," she said hurriedly, sensing his displeasure.
He closed his eyes without replying to her. Actually, he was not sure how to answer.
He had woken up early to find her lying close to him. He had relished her closeness and warmth. So, he abandoned his plan to go jogging. He remained on the bed, putting his arm around her waist. He had no idea when he had dozed off again.
He couldn't possibly tell her all this and preferred to remain silent.
She moved away, saying, "I will go freshen up."
"It's still early." He drew her back, this time wrapping his arm around her waist more tightly.
Abigail had completely forgotten how to breathe. She stiffened once more. It was all too much for her to take in.
Christopher, who had always kept a safe distance from her, was now hugging her close to his chest. What had caused him to change his mind about her?
Abigail was perplexed. She would never go to work if she could stay like this forever. She considered working solely to attract his attention. She was willing to remain a docile housewife if he began to love her.
She, however, was curious as to whether he was staying at home or going to work.
"Are you… are you not going to the office?" she asked.
Christopher's brow pinched as he opened his eyes and looked at her. He immediately remembered her meeting with her friend. He assumed she had planned to go and meet her friend… her neighbor when he left for the office.
"Why are you asking this?" he asked back.
"Um… I-I need to…"
"You want me to go to the office!" Christopher didn't even listen to what she was saying.
"I… I have never seen you take a day off when I am not sick."
"You are right. Why would I take the day off? Isn't that right? "I'll go to the office." He jumped out of bed. "Don't bother to make breakfast. I will eat at the office." He stormed into the bathroom.
Abigail sat up, mouth wide open.
He was so gentle and calm not long ago. He became enraged out of nowhere, and Abigail had no idea why.
She had simply asked him if he was going to the office, which she thought was fine.
Christopher's mood had been switched abruptly these days.
Abigail was not sure what would make him upset. She believed he had grown more complex than before.
"I'd be more careful. Otherwise, he will not return home again."
She sighed in dismay.
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Christopher again yelled at his juniors, who were terrified to approach them. Even if their work was excellent, he would find a flaw and chastise them. Because of their nervousness and fear, they kept making mistakes, which irritated him even more.
Nobody dared approach him.
Christopher remained locked inside his cabin and told his secretary to cancel all the meetings for the day. He was trying to work, but his attention was moving to the phone from time to time.
His doubt grew stronger over time. Christopher intended to call home to see if she was present. He was hesitant to do it as well because he didn't want to act like a suspicious husband. He had faith in Abigail and was confident she would not deceive him.
However, he couldn't get the images of her smiling at that stranger out of his head.
"Damn it…" He slammed his fist on the table. "What is happening to me?"
Brad had just barged into the cabin when he heard him mumble.
"That's exactly what I want to know," he snapped angrily. "What's wrong with you? You are yelling at everyone again. You were not like this before. Are you still arguing with Abigail?"
"Why are you bringing her up?" Christopher retaliated.
Brad nodded knowingly as if he had understood the problem. "I get it. Now I know why you are upset. Didn't you say you weren't going to come to the office? What brings you here?"
He regarded his with suspicion, his hands on his hips.
Christopher leaned back on the chair, pinching his nose bridge. Thankfully, he didn't snap back.
"You know what: You should go back home early. Spend some quality time with your wife. Take her shopping or out to dinner. Your problem will be resolved."
Brad's annoyance quickly faded as a nefarious thought entered his mind. His lips curled wryly. "Or I can take you somewhere. You will meet gorgeous ladies. Choose any one of them and enjoy the night. Your fatigue and irritation will vanish..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a pen flew at him and hit his head.
"Ouch…" He rubbed his head, sulking. "Solve your problems on your own." He stormed out.
Christopher couldn't get his mind off his suggestion. He reasoned that taking her out to dinner would be a good idea. His agitation gradually subsided, and he was able to focus on his work.
Geschenke
-- Geschenk
erhalten Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein