With a face as white as a ghost, I acted as if I was blind. I was in so much rage that veins popped against my skin. At the same time, I clenched my hand so hard that nails dug deeply into my palms and I broke several of them.
After a long internal battle, I finally bent down, picked up Jock’s pants and handed them over.
Jock, who wrapped his arms around Laura so tightly, raised his hand and lifted his middle finger at me. He cursed me with a low voice, "Stupid blind man. You even deliver my pants to me. How satisfying.”
Laura petrified. She did not want me to hear that. So, she raised her hand and covered Jock's mouth.
At that very second, it felt like my soul had been ripped out from my body. I collapsed onto the couch, utterly drained.
Still, I forced myself to ask with feigned concern, "How come you get a cold? Is it serious?"
When I spoke, my voice trembled and I felt so lonely. Sadly, Laura did not notice anything.
"No, it’s nothing," Laura replied casually. "I’ll just take some medicine and sleep it off."
Meanwhile, Jock kept fondling her body and Laura could not help but pout and shoot a reproachful glance at him.