One Hundred and Seventy Three

Gwyneth’s POV

A week later, Kalex gets annoyed of our situation. He usually arrived home late the reason why he often sleeps at couch while I am at our room. He can’t blame me for making him sleep at the living him. Just imagine, at exactly eight in the evening was his end shift and he got at home at past twelve in the midnight. If only I knew what makes him busy these past few months, I’ll make sure to tied him with that so-called work of him tch.

He sometimes goes up to the bedroom and secretly lies on the bed, he places a gap between us. But when morning comes it disappears and I can just feel that I am wrapped in his arms, so what happens is he wakes up on the floor, I push him and sometimes he gets slap as well.

"Gwyn! Do you understand what I'm saying?" Lyka caught my attention. She jokingly smirked. "I knew it! you don't understand. What's on your mind, girl? You've been there before." she asked with a melody