315. Come to me

Jemma wiped her tears, lowered her head, and said, "I've seen it in the news. Every day, I used to watch it on television while lying in the hotel room when we were abroad."

"What difference does it all make, Jemma? When you drink, I bring you home. I put my blazer on your shoulders. Don't I?"

"Yes, because I am your wife. Only I should wear your blazer; only I should be carried in your arms, brought back home."

Noah was stunned. She had been thinking about all this all these days.

Jemma turned away, sobbing, "I can't see all this. Why do you go to her? Why do you need to meet her?"

Noah turned back and poured a drink for him.

Noah never expected that Jemma would connect his small gestures and blow them out of proportion. He gulped down alcohol, trying to comprehend her thoughts. Then, slowly, Jemma wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and rested her head on his back, clinging to him.

In a hoarse voice, she said, "I now understand how much pain you must feel seeing me with Ja