Easton frowned, then impatiently pulled me into his arms. I could feel his Adam's apple move against my ear.
"Don't let her push you. Having a baby can't be rushed. There are plenty of ways, and drinking too much herbal medicine isn't good for you anyway."
I thought, "It's already hopeless."
Seeing me nod, he kissed my hair and joked, "You were throwing up so loudly, I thought you were pregnant."
I chuckled. "Even if I were, it wouldn't be yours. You haven't touched me in almost six months."
I closed my eyes, surprised by this rare moment of tenderness.
Just yesterday, he was satisfied with someone else, and today he's being all gentle with the wife he despises. His inconsistency terrified me.
I had already lost everything. What more could he possibly want from me?
Suddenly, Easton went silent.
I looked up, puzzled. I saw his face twisted in anger, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
"He's mad again?"
I awkwardly stepped back and wisely grabbed a spoon to serve soup.
He said coldly, "Make sure you're clear on that. Are you upset I haven't satisfied you? Thinking of finding someone else?"
I froze, almost laughing from anger.
How could such a manipulative, shameless man exist?!