After that day, Henry rarely came home.Occasionally, late at night, he would quietly come in and wrap his arms around me from behind.Then he would suddenly wake up, murmuring our daughter's name.I couldn't explain how I felt about it, so I simply pretended not to know.One weekend, unusually, he didn't go to the office.He cooked at home. When he saw me come out, he carefully reached for my hand.“I made Mexican food, your favorite. Do you want to try some?“Or is there anything else you'd like? I'll make it for you.”I shook my head and refused coldly, “No need.”I felt my way along the table, deliberately going around him. His hand dropped, his voice desolate. “Annie, I just wanted to do something. Can you please not shut me out?”I pressed my lips together.“There's no point.”Henry grabbed me tightly, his chest rising and falling heavily.“There is. As long as it can make you happy, I'll do anything.”I shook my head. I didn't want to keep going around in circles
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