Samuel didn't care at all and volunteered to apply lotion to her, saying that he was too busy recently and didn't have much time to look at her. Giselle didn't refuse, after all, she would tear this false happiness to pieces in a few days, leaving him in endless regret and guilt.
As she watched him getting closer and closer, she felt sick. When Samuel's calloused fingertips slid across Giselle's face, Giselle felt as if she was in another world for no reason. How long had it been since he had looked at her carefully like this?
She only remembered that one day, Samuel told her that there was too much work at the company and he had to come back later. Every night, Giselle would sit on the sofa and wait for him to come back. He did not disappoint her and always brought some small things. Sometimes two strings of candied haws, sometimes a small cake, sometimes sweet roasted sweet potatoes and new jewelry would be delivered the next day.
Now that she thought about it, it should be that Samuel felt guilty after satisfying himself in another bed and he wanted to compensate her.