RankNovelChapter 1332 Long Lost the Courage to Refuse Paul dabbed his lips with a napkin after finishing his porridge.
Ann, sensing the moment, gathered the dishes from the table and headed toward the kitchen. He watched as she tied on a black apron with delicate lace trim.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed from the kitchen.
Paul remained seated at the table. He wasn't one to panic when faced with unusual circumstances. Upon waking, his mind had been largely blank-an unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar woman. Yet he hadn't asked the obvious questions about where he was or who he might be. Such questions seemed pointless; if his memory loss stemmed from injury, it would return in time.
When Ann returned, he extended his hand, silently requesting help back to the bedroom.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnn wasn't certain about the extent of his amnesia, though the doctor had mentioned that Paul's injuries had been severe only his strong constitution had pulled him through. Now, he seemed to be recovering remarkably well.
After helping him to the bedroom, Paul's gaze fell on the neatly made small bed with its meticulously folded blanket. His eyes then drifted to the partially open closet, where several sets of his clothes hung, perfectly pressed.
For reasons he couldn't explain, he felt a deep sense of comfort. Something about Ann's attentiveness felt right.
Not lovers, not harboring secret feelings, yet she showed such care. There could only be one explanation: they had been married before, now divorced. That would explain her hasty denial of any relationship, insisting they were merely friends.
As she lowered him onto the bed, his hands instinctively encircled her waist. She didn't pull away.
Ann had long since lost the courage to refuse him. Paul was a man who always got what he wanted. When he desired sex, he would simply tell her to bend over and would enter her directly, giving her no tto react. Resistance only made him more forceful. She had learned to be accommodating.
Paul studied her expression. When he placed one hand on her waist, she showed no resistance. He slowly brought his other hand around, completing his hold. Still no objection.
If they were truly just friends, his actions would be clearly inappropriate, likely earning him a slap. His theory seemed confirmed-they had been intimate before, and though she pretended distance, her body remembered. "Do you have a tablet? I'd like to watch a movie," he said.
His casualness surprised Ann. She'd expected questions about their situation, but he seemed relaxed, as if on vacation-the confidence of someone born into privilege. "Yes, I'll get it for you." She brought the tablet up from downstairs and handed it to him.
Paul pointed toward the ceiling. "Turn off the brightest light, please." "Of course." She switched off the main light, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
Paul settled in to watch a science fiction film in a foreign language without subtitles. One hand held the tablet, his back supported by a pillow, attention fixed on the screen. From her small bed, Ann observed this unfamiliar version of Paul. Normally, he would dismiss her immediately afterward with a curt "You can go now," rarely allowing her to stay the night except on those few occasions when his passion lasted until morning. She hardly recognized this man.
Without disturbing him, she went downstairs and prepared a plate of fruit, artfully cut into animal shapes, each piece topped with a toothpick.
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She set up a small table beside his bed, arranging the fruit att plate and a glass of water at just the right temperature.
Though Paul's eyes remained on the screen, he felt that sense of rightness that sense again watching her attentions. As she turned to return to her small bed, he patted the space beside him.
"Csit here," he said.
"What?" Ann was taken aback.
Proximity had always been reserved strictly for intimacy, never casual En.
strictly for intimacy, n companionship. Paul, not one to repeat himself, simply patted the bed again.
Ann slipped off her shoes and carefully slid under the covers beside him.
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