Jacob entered the bedroom expressionlessly, followed by Sara. Since the incident last time, Jacob
should behave himself.
Sara still had a lingering fear, but what did Jacob's complicated eyes mean today? 'Why are his eyes
full of love, guilt and unwillingness?
Is it an illusion?' Shaking her head, Sara tried her best to control those unimportant things.
'Just take it as an illusion. What he said could change. Why should she believe a melancholy
expression?'
Noticing the hesitation on Sara's face, Jacob kept silent. 'Now even she needs to be on guard against
me. Is she afraid that I would be as impulsive as last time?'
Jacob glanced at Sara without saying anything. He went straight to the bathroom. He would never force
her to do anything she didn't like. Especially in that aspect.
Even if he wanted her, he didn't have the mood now. His mind was in a mess and he was not in the
mood to think about anything else.
Sara put her bag on the table in the room.
The TV inlaid in the wall was cleaned by the servants. She hadn't watched TV for a long time.
After turning on the TV, Sara sat on the sofa in the room. She tidied up her clothes and smoothed her
hair. Lying on the sofa, she covered her legs with a blanket.
After taking a shower, Jacob came out of the bathroom. He just glanced at the posture of Sara lying on
the bed, and instantly his blood spurted in his vein.
Even though Sara was covered with a blanket, her charming temperament made Jacob overwhelming.
In an instant, Sara turned around.
Noticing that Jacob was looking at her, she blushed.
They had been married for so many years, but sometimes she would still blush.
Sara thought herself so easy to be affected by Jacob. Then she stood up and walked towards the
bathroom.
The sound of her shower came from the bathroom, which made Jacob feel extremely hot.
'Is it because the temperature of the air conditioner is high tonight?' Jacob shook his head. Apart from
finding external reasons, he still couldn't see the essential...
He wanted to shift his attention, but he felt that he could not shift it at all. He just looked at the ceiling
quietly, as if time had stopped.
In fact, when they didn't quarrel with each other, Sara was really charming, but Jacob just didn't want to
admit it. Even if he admitted it, it was useless now.
After a long time, Jacob heard the bathroom door open.
Wearing a bathrobe, Sara walked out and was wiping her hair with a bath towel. Her delicate features
were more attractive against the light.
She casually tucked her wet hair behind her back and began to dry it.
Jacob stared at the ceiling blankly with a cold face. Some people's attraction was fatal. For example,
every move of Sara now aroused the restlessness in Jacob's heart, but he could only lie quietly, as if he
didn't care about it. Sara glanced at Jacob on the bed. His expressionless face made her depressed.
Maybe he also hated that she was still entangled with him after divorce. Otherwise, why was he so
cold.
There was a trace of nervousness in Sara's eyes. She was going to sleep on the same bed with him
again. She didn't know whether it was good or bad.
During the day, Sara could tell that Jacob was sad. But he said nothing.
Even in the past, when something happened in the company or in life, Jacob had to bear it alone
silently.
He didn't want to tell anyone at all. It was useless to say anything. What's more, he was not a weak
person.
It was not until now that Sara realized that her understanding of Jacob was only limited to his tenacity,
his coldness, his cleverness, and his tyranny.
But she had never seen his weak side.
Never.
After drying her hair, her heart beat fast. 'Should I say something? Or should I keep silent?'
It was really awkward.
"Turn off the light. It's dazzling."
Jacob lay on the bed and glanced at Sara. Even if his voice was cold, he didn't want to embarrass her.
The night could resist everything and cover everything.
Sara was a little grateful to him. Fortunately, she didn't have to make a fuss about it. They didn't need
to communicate with each other with difficulty.
She turned off the light so that no one could see her blush.
Turning his back to Sara, Jacob didn't dare to face her.
Although she was wrapped in a thick bath towel, her body shape was revealed without a doubt.
In particular, at this moment, Jacob recalled all the good times he had with Sara. For a moment, he felt
extremely hot.
Of course, it couldn't be seen by Sara. His dignity was more important than anything else.
A man was afraid of losing face in front of a woman.
Jacob cleared his throat. Hearing this, Sara was stunned and looked at him who was lying on the bed.
'Does he catch a cold? But he doesn't seem to be sick.'
Sara tucked herself in the quilt.
The two lay down with their backs to each other in embarrassment. Sara didn't dare to move a little.
What happened last time was still vivid in her mind. She didn't want to make things worse.
But when she thought of the strange expression on Jacob's face during the day, she was confused.
'What happened? Why did Jacob forget such an important thing as visiting Michael at home?
If I didn't remind him, he wouldn't come back this week. And Michael would be very sad.'
"Well..."
The two of them spoke at the same time. Sara's heart thumped wildly.
"Go ahead."
Jacob said simply without any emotion.
"Why did you forget to come back today? What happened?"
Sara's voice was soft, without the usual toughness.
"It's just an unimportant thing. It's all right now."
Jacob said in a calm tone. It was the first time that he had spoken in a calm and emotionless manner
with Sara.
Hearing that, Sara was stunned for a while. It seemed that she could feel the change in Jacob. She put
her hand gently on the pillow.
"Thank you so much today."
Jacob said coldly with his eyes closed.
With her eyes wide open, her big eyes were shining even in the dark night.
"For what?"
Her heart skipped a beat, but her tone was incredibly calm. Shock was written all over her face.
"Nothing. If you didn't call me, I would really forget it today."
The more Jacob said so, the more restless he felt. His face was exposed outside, extremely cold.
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how domineering and cold Jacob was, he was always a man.
In a man's heart, he himself was always a child.
Lying on the bed, Sara just lay on her side, motionless. Her nerves were getting more and more
sensitive.
Jacob seemed to have sensed Sara's move. In an instant, he turned around and faced her.
Even though the room was very dark, he had already adapted to it.
Sara's heart was beating fast. Jacob's breath was close to her ear, as if it was only a few centimeters
away.
"You... What's wrong?"
Sara was so nervous that her voice trembled, as if something indescribable would happen the next
second.
"Cover yourself with the quilt. It's cold."
Jacob ordered, but he stretched his hands to put her hands into the quilt gently.
With her eyes wide open, Sara felt warm in her heart.
Women were just strange. A look and an action could capture her heart.
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