Chapter 4

There was only one large bed in the master bedroom.

The entire room was decorated in the most monotonous black, white, and gray color scheme.

Apart from that, the room was kept very clean, with a faint scent of gardenia constantly wafting into my nose.

I remembered, this was the scent I liked.

I walked to the closet, wanting to find one of my pajamas, but all I saw was a sea of black.

And they were all men's clothes.

...

With no other choice, I had to knock on the study door.

"James... honey, I'm sorry to bother you."

I spoke with utmost respect.

James, who was working at his computer, looked up when he heard the sound.

The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge made him look so alluring yet unapproachable.

"Do you... know where my pajamas are? I just looked in the master bedroom closet but couldn't find them."

James stared at me for a few seconds without speaking.

Just as I thought he wasn't going to answer and was about to leave, he suddenly stood up from his chair and walked towards me.

He stood straight in front of me. At 6'1", he towered over my 5'5" frame, making me look small and delicate.

James smirked, hands in his pockets.

"What, planning to play the amnesia card till the end?"

I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. The problem is, you wouldn't believe me even if I told the truth.

Fortunately, he didn't give me a hard time this time. He stepped past me and walked towards the other side.

I stood there, not knowing what to do.

He turned his head and glanced at me.

"Aren't you coming?"

I immediately ran after him like an obedient puppy, keeping a respectful distance.

"Thank you."

Two minutes later, when I happily opened the closet door to get my pajamas, I slammed it shut the next second.

My face turned bright red.

It was simply too embarrassing to look at!!

"Is this..." I didn't finish my sentence, sure that James understood.

Because he was now leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, silently watching me.

His eyes were silently telling me, "Keep acting, I'll just watch without saying anything."

...

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the closet door again. The style of clothes inside was so revealing that I could hardly believe it.

They were all the kind of skimpy outfits that nightclub girls would wear, barely covering anything.

After graduation... no, after marriage, did my dressing style become this flamboyant and sexy?

The annoying thing was, James just stood there, showing no intention of leaving.

I could only try my best to ignore his gaze. With my back to him, I rummaged through the clothes from top to bottom, but couldn't find a single "normal" piece of clothing.

...

I sighed inwardly, turned around, and not knowing what I was thinking at that moment, I asked James:

"Honey, which... which one do you like to see me wear?"

Then, I clearly saw James's eyes gradually darken.

He snorted coldly and turned to leave.

He slammed the door shut so hard it startled me.

Why did he get angry?

Sigh, they say a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, but a man's heart is even harder to fathom.

Taking the pajamas to the bathroom, a thought suddenly crossed my mind. Could the reason for our divorce be that our sex life wasn't satisfying?

After showering, I put on a robe and went to Coco's nursery.

The nursery was decorated very warmly. It was evident that James cared a lot about the child and put a lot of effort into it.

I tiptoed over. He was already in a sweet dream, hugging a stuffed toy.

I gently covered him with the little blanket he had kicked off and carefully removed his thumb from his mouth, wiping it with a napkin.

It wasn't until this moment that I truly felt the closeness of being a mother.

But I only knew his name was Coco, I didn't even know how old he was.

I looked at James's and my marriage certificate. The date was four years ago.

So Coco should be around three years old.

I stroked his head, then got up to leave his room. Just as I closed the door and turned around, I saw the man standing in front of me.

Our distance was so close that if I raised my head, I could touch his chin.

My back was pressed tightly against the door, but James seemed unaware, showing no intention of stepping back to maintain some distance.

My heart was beating fast, so dramatically that I felt it might jump to my throat the next second.

"Are you done?"

"Mm-hmm."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. I didn't know what to say for a moment.

"So... ready for bed?"

James didn't respond, nor did he make any movement.

I pulled my robe tighter, trying not to let him see the overly revealing pajamas I was wearing underneath.

"I'll go to bed first then."

With that, I sidled away and fled to the master bedroom like lightning.

Then without a word, I lifted the covers and lay down, positioning myself properly.

Not long after, the master bedroom door opened, and James walked in.

Seeing me lying in bed, he paused for a moment, his footsteps stopping in place, just looking at me.

I felt my scalp tingle under his gaze.

"Honey, which side do you usually sleep on?"

He didn't answer me.

How come I feel that after a few years, James's personality has become quite strange?

He always likes to stare at you coldly without saying a word. I pulled a face and got out of bed, standing by the side.

"You choose first."

Petty James!

I cursed him in my heart, knowing he couldn't hear me.

But this time he moved.

He walked to the other side, lay down on the bed, and ignored me, turning off the bedside lamp with a click.

Me: ...

It was pitch black. Fortunately, I don't have night blindness, otherwise I really would have hit someone!

I felt my way back into bed in the dark. The person beside me was breathing evenly.

Everything around was quiet, but I couldn't sleep at all.

Even my brain felt like a jumbled mess, unable to think about anything.

I was already feeling frustrated, and now my robe was digging into my sore arm, making it even more uncomfortable.

I moved slightly, and the person next to me didn't react. So I sat up a little, intending to take off my robe.

Successfully removing the robe, I rubbed my sore arm, completely unaware that James, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. In one swift motion, he flipped over and pinned me under his body.

He leaned down to look at me. My breathing became erratic due to nervousness. In the darkness, I couldn't see him clearly.

But I could feel that he was very close to me, so close that our breaths intertwined silently.

"James, aren't you asleep yet?"

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

"What?"

"You were the one who wanted to get married, and you were the one who went to great lengths to get a divorce. Now you're sleeping with me, trying to seduce me. Chloe, I don't have time to play games with you. If you want something, just say it directly."

"Seduce?"

I stared at him with wide eyes, suddenly feeling a chill in my chest.

I looked down and realized how revealing the pajamas I was wearing were.

No wonder James thought my current behavior was an attempt to seduce him.

"I... I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."

As I spoke, I reached out to pick up the robe I had thrown on the floor.

But James clearly didn't want to continue sleeping in the same bed with me anymore.

He got off me, then got up and left the bedroom, leaving me with these words:

"Chloe, I don't care what you're thinking right now. I have no feelings for you anymore. I hope you understand this point. Whether you're pretending to have amnesia or trying to seduce me, it all means nothing to me now."

"I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. Do as you please."

James left.

In the huge space, only I remained, left with nothing but sadness.