2-Margaret

She could even imagine her son, who found it hard to come home to his father, excited and embarrassed to show himself, but drenched with a cold bucket of water that left him shivering to the bone.

"Joe, haven't I told you before? Dad doesn't hate you; he loves you very much! It's just that he's been working too hard. You know how you get in a bad mood when you're tired, right?"

"Really?" the little boy, easily persuaded due to his young age, asked.

As she held her son in her arms, Teresa tried hard to keep a smile on her face as she replied, "Really."

This wasn't the first time she had lied like this, but every time she did, it still felt difficult.

" I bought your favorite Swiss roll, and how about we fry some pork chops for dinner tonight? We can also make some shrimp and egg pancakes." Teresa diverted her son's attention with delicious food.

As expected, the little boy immediately stopped crying and cheered, "Yay!"

As she watched her son run and jump into the kitchen, Teresa stopped at the stairs, looking up at the warm light in the study, feeling a sense of distance and isolation.

...

It was a very cold night in the early spring.

Despite having tightly sealed windows, Teresa still pulled the heavy curtains closed layer by layer, walking back to her bed quietly and lifting the covers.

It seemed like the events of the day had affected her son, who was still frowning and moving his mouth unconsciously in his sleep.

"Good baby, sleep tight. Mommy's here," she murmured softly in his ear, using her index finger to gently smooth his forehead.

Feeling his mother's protection, Joe gradually fell asleep.

Teresa was a light sleeper, so when she heard the sound of the next door opening, she had already woken up, followed by the sound of steady footsteps getting louder and heavier.

"Creak--"

The white relief door was pushed open, and William stood against the light, six-pack abs neatly lined up, only wrapped around his waist with a towel, showing off his sturdy buttocks.

Teresa quickly sat up, afraid of waking up her son, and then slowly lifted her head to look at him.

"I want you," the man said directly without any change in his expression, revealing his desire.

After six years of marriage, she knew what he wanted, of course.

Every time he wanted to do it, he would say it so straightforwardly, without any romantic or affectionate words.

Sex was the most ordinary thing between husband and wife, and she loved him and had no desire to escape it.

"Okay," Teresa nodded, her eyes calm as usual.

It wasn't until the majestic figure had left and the sound of footsteps had gradually faded away that she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the light was very dim, and her slightly blushing cheeks didn't have to be exposed.

…

Although she was used to it, she was still a woman with the natural shyness and reserve of a woman.

Getting out of bed, she carefully tucked in the corners of the sheets and patted the little guy who was still sleeping soundly, before walking slowly towards the door.

...

The night was really chilly.

William stood by the window, bringing the cigarette to his mouth and taking a deep drag. The taste of tobacco rushed from his mouth to his nose and then spread to his stomach, but it still couldn't suppress the heat in his body.

The human body has a key, and once desire is unlocked, it really is very, very difficult to control.

Just like him, when he came out of the study at night, he happened to see her barefoot going downstairs to give Joe hot milk. Her straight legs under the nightgown stirred his blood.

As he raised his hand to take another drag, someone grabbed his hand.

William squinted and watched as she took the cigarette into her mouth, inhaled deeply, then flicked it off and pressed her lips to his.

The smoke flowed into his mouth as well, making him cough, but it was flavorful enough.

"I have to go to the construction site early tomorrow, can we start?" she asked.

Under the moonlight, Theresa looked up with crimson lips and her nightgown clinging to her curves, forming the word "seduction."

"Yes," he swallowed hard, the fire burning in his throat.

His kisses were heavy and urgent, and their breaths were heavy and hot between their lips and teeth.

After he threw her onto the bed, Theresa relaxed and let him pull off her nightgown and panties, and slide his large, hard member inside her...

"Ah..." Every time he entered her, Theresa trembled softly, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.

So tight.

William sighed with pleasure in his heart, feeling like every nerve in his body was on fire. They had been together many times before, but every time she was so tight, he could hardly bear it.

Looking down, she gazed at him with a mix of desire and longing, arching her back to meet him like a succubus thirsting for his blood.

He hated this feeling, but he couldn't control the urgent desire he had for her. He could accept a loveless marriage, but he couldn't resist their physical intimacy.

This conflicted feeling fueled his desire even more, and as they reached their climax, he leaned in close to her ear, pulling her name from his lips in a hoarse whisper, "Margaret..."

Sure enough, the person clinging to him froze in an instant, her eyebrows furrowed with pain. William satisfied and fulfilled, buried his head between her neck and pillow, feeling a slight release in his heart.

He knew that name was her pain.

…

Intense sex can drain a person's strength, but Theresa's strength was scattered by the person who just gave her a peak experience. The moment the name was called out, she was hit head-on.

Yes, that was her pain.

...

In the morning, the dawn shrouded the city.

William walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, rubbing his hair with one hand and walking to the window. He pulled back the heavy curtains and then closed the inner layer of window screen.

His fingertips lingered on the translucent window screen. The feel of the silk material was very slippery. The morning light shone through the hollow flowers on top, and white pearls were reflected in the room.

This home, from decoration to placement, was all done by her own hands. From the layout of the overall pattern to a small trash can, all the tiny details showed her hard work and her attention to detail.

But to him, it meant little.

He turned around and the messy bed jumped into his dark eyes. Although the person on the bed had already gone to the next room after last night's end, the smell of sex still lingered in the air, filling his nostrils.

William frowned and quickly walked to the changing room, changed his clothes, and left.

Walking down the stairs, he could see the dining area there at an angle. Usually, a warm scene of a mother and son having a meal would be staged, but now there was only a little person sitting there, holding a cup and drinking it slowly.

It seemed that the little one also heard the sound, and the bright eyes looked over carefully.

William glanced faintly, but there was no figure in the kitchen. He suddenly remembered that she had said she would go to the construction site early in the morning.

"Daddy..." The child's voice was hesitant. William paused and turned his head to look at the direction of the restaurant again.

Almost never having meals with them and rarely coming home, every time he did, it was very late and always in the study. Therefore, the little hope of being bathed in fatherly love did not dare to be expressed.

"No, thanks." William sent his son away with the same glance.

As if not seeing the child's disappointed look, he continued to walk towards the entrance, habitually lowered his head to look at the Swiss watch on his wrist. It was 8:40.

He had just come back from a business trip yesterday, attended two more meetings, and did some physical labor at night... he was not made of iron, of course, he would be tired. However, if he remembered correctly, today was not the weekend, and it should be time for the child to have gone to kindergarten.

William unconsciously frowned. His legs, which had been moving forward, finally stopped.

"At this time, why aren't you in kindergarten?" He was never a gentle father, so his words sounded like he was blaming.