Melanie pushed him away, stood up and straightened her clothes, and anxiously said, "No, for our son, as usual, you come back when she's asleep."
"Okay, I'll comfort her first. Since she had Logan, she hasn't been sleeping well at night. I've prepared sleeping pills for her. Don't worry."
Charles turned his back to the camera, and I couldn't see his face. I couldn't imagine how his usually gentle expression would be when he said these words.
Seeing Charles turned off the monitor and left the study, I took off my headphones and pretended to be asleep quickly.
Soon, I heard the door opening, and he hugged me from behind, burying his head in my neck and whispering, "You fell asleep, Vane? I missed you."
If it were before, I would burst into laughter and play with him.
He always stayed up late, so I pretended to fall asleep first to coax him to sleep.
But today, I wanted to slap him.
Especially when I thought about how his head was buried in Melanie's chest, I felt disgusted, so I said, "I'm tired. Let me sleep for a while."
He considerately touched my forehead, his face showing concern. "What's wrong?"