An Awkward Atmosphere

Separated by a door, in the darkness, Blake leaned against the living room's sofa and lit up a cigarette with his fingertip. He frowned as he smoked. There was a trace of melancholy between his brows. His pair of starry eyes that were as deep as the sea hid too many worries.

The next morning, the sky was bright.

Avery crawled up from the bed, her body aching in pain. The silk covering her body slipped and revealed her naked body. A large part of the skin on her chest was covered in blue kisses.

The room was empty. The silence was suffocating. She hugged the blanket on her body tightly and revealed a mocking smile from the corner of her mouth.

He was rather carefree.

Many times, Zhan Yan felt that she was no different from a prostitute, but a prostitute had a price, she could only let him sleep for free.

Avery put on her clothes and got off the bed, then walked into the kitchen with a pair of cloth slippers. She rummaged through the medicine cabinet, poured two yellow pills into her mouth from the white bottle, and poured half a cup of warm water.

The white bottle was thrown back into the medicine box. The label said vitamin C, but only she knew that it was filled with contraceptives.

Avery leaned her back against the glass wall and powerlessly closed her eyes. The black and white images kept appearing in her mind, as though it was a movie.

Alex’s betrayal, Blake’s entrance while she was still in the air, and also … He kneeled in front of her among the flowers and bushes and said to her: Avery, let's get married. Let me use my life to carry your happiness.

The happiness in his words made her yearn for it, but after walking around for three years, Avery finally understood how serendipitous happiness was.

Regarding this marriage, it wasn't that Avery didn't have any expectations, but all of these were broken by him on the night of her wedding.

He hugged her tightly and called out the name of 'Angie’ non-stop while he was still half drunk and half awake. Only then did she realize that there had always been another woman in his heart.

With tears in her eyes, she opened the curtain and blinked her eyes.

Today, without any surgery, Avery liked to do household chores during breaks.

When Blake pushed open the door and entered, the scene in front of him was extremely warm.

Avery’s house clothes were all over, and he used a silk handkerchief to tie up her long hair behind her head. She squatted down on the ground and earnestly wiped the walnut-colored floor.

Sunlight streamed in through the French windows and fell on her, warm. Her expression was very focused, and she did not even notice his existence.

Actually, at the very beginning when Avery lived here, he had invited a lot of servants to help her with her cooking, cleaning the rooms, and taking care of the garden. However, every one of those people was fired by Avery, so she took care of all the household chores by herself.

Avery was just too lonely. Only by keeping herself busy would she be able to feel that she truly existed, and was not just a puppet.

After wiping the last piece of the floor, she stood up from the ground. She was still holding onto the cloth, and the ends of her hair were a bit messy.

This girl couldn't be called beautiful, but the feeling she gave others was always warm. She had a kind of temperament that made people unable to see enough of her. Maybe that's what they call it.

Inadvertently turning her head, a tall man suddenly appeared behind her. She was startled, "You, why are you here? Did you leave something? "

"Nope,” he replied plainly as he placed the warm congee in his hand on the table. "I bought crab-yellow congee from Congee Restaurant. Come and eat it."

Avery was stunned. From the villa at the peak of the mountain to Congee Restaurant, they had to go around half of the city. A three-hour drive back and forth should have been as soon as dawn arrived. He was like this.

Every time he knew she was not well, he would use his method to warm her and move her. This was the way she would always hold on to him tightly.

The two of them sat on opposite sides of the table. After Blake ate two bites, the phone on the table rang. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, got up, and went to the balcony to answer the call.

Avery has no idea who or what the caller had said, but Blake’s expression was somewhat unpleasant.

She put down her chopsticks and stared blankly at his back, as she started to understand more and more about him.

In the next few days, Blake did not return. If nothing went wrong, the next time he gets back would be next month's eighth. The days seemed to have returned to their original state.

Avery was long accustomed to repeating this cycle.

A patient was wheeled into the emergency room in the morning. The umbilical cord had fallen off, and it was very dangerous. Avery happened to be the doctor on duty.

The operation lasted for a full five hours. Although the woman's life was saved, it was a pity that the child was delivered too late. The child was already stillborn.

When Avery stepped out of the operating room, both of her hands were stained with blood. Then, she heard the heart-wrenching cries of the woman’s family coming from inside.

Avery was sitting alone on a bench outside the operation room. Suddenly, she felt that life was so fragile.

Dina walked over and gently patted her shoulder with her palm. They were medical personnel, so they should have become numb to this kind of thing a long time ago.

“If you like children, hurry up and have one with your husband. "

Avery shook her head and laughed bitterly, but did not say a word.

A crisp sound from high heels broke the silence of the corridor, causing Avery to look toward the source of the sound. She saw Willa, accompanied by a girl, walking in her direction.

"Sis." Avery stood up and called out indifferently.

"Yes." Willa arrogantly raised her head and did not even look at Avery. They had always had a very awkward atmosphere.

Avery didn't know why, but her mother and elder sister didn't like her and even felt unjustified disgust. She had been raised at her maternal grandmother’s house, and only her father occasionally came to visit her.