Over the past year, Caleb’s affectionate gestares had etten led Yasmin to mistakenly believe that they were muy close. They had made her believe they were just like any ordinary couple, growing from enamored lovers into inseparable partners.
But each time, these gestures would just mark the start of a sexual encounter. A heated kiss mixed with the scent of alcohol covered her lips. It carried an intense possessiveness and overwhelming hunger as if trying to devour her whole.
Yasmin gasped for air as a flurry of kisses trailed down her body. She suddenly asked, “Caleb, in this card your payment for the night?”
Caleb’s fingers came to an abrupt stop on her smooth thigh. His expression hardened, and the air around them instantly turned cold. “I don’t need it.”
Yasmin handed him the card. However, Caleb refused to take it, so she turned and placed it on top of the bedside table.
As soon as she turned her head, she immediately noticed a bouquet of firebird roses on the table. The vase holding them was an antique she had bought at an auction in Lunaria
two was ago.
“Where did these flowers come from?” Yasmin asked. She didn’t remember them being there when she went to bed.
Caleb loosened his te, seemingly still upset about earlier. He asked in a tired voice, “Isn’t this what you usually do?
With that, he got up and headed to the bathroom. Yasmin was momentarily stunned. Was Caleb the one who brought the flowers back?
She did, in fact, have the habit of placing fresh flowers in the bedroom. Especially because Caleb’s room was so cold and dull, she would always buy a bouquet of flowers to place in the room whenever she stayed over.
However, she never thought Caleb would notice such a small habit of hers. Yasmin hugged her knees to her chest and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “Caleb, you’ve been acting strangely these past few days.”
The way he protected her, the way he punished Sasha and her family, and the bouquet of roses he brought back all seemed out of character for him.
Caleb had just reached the bathroom door. He casually tossed his shirt aside, revealing a well–built upper body. His defined abs were enough to make anyone’s breath hitch. Hearing Yasmin’s words, he stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. “Strange? Haven’t I given you pocket money before?” Caleb didn’t think he was acting strangely.
It was true that because Yasmin had brought up divorce, Caleb had been unconsciously trying to entwine their lives, asserting his role as her husband.
On the night of their wedding, he had given her a supplementary card. But the next day, when he left for Umbridge, Yasmin had locked it away in a safe. When he returned a year later, she gave it back to him completely untouched.
He had given her pocket money before, but she had just refused to accept it,
Caleb couldn’t help but grow frustrated “Isn’t giving my wife pocket money a natural thing to do?
Yasmin took a deep breath, straightened her back, and locked eyes with him “Only when a husband truly acknowledges his wife does spending his money feel right. But if you don’t acknowledge me as your wife, then how am I any different from a side chick?”
“When have I not acknowledged you?” Caleb immediately replied. A deep silence tell among them. The two of them locked eyes, neither speaking.
Had he ever truly acknowledged her?
Yasmin Jelt her eyes sting. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she had been staring at him for too long or because of the glare of the light
Chapter 45
