The atmosphere in the room was tense.
Cecilia Adler gave his shoulder a push and said softly, "Ian, what's wrong? Let's just talk. If you have a problem with me, you can just tell me. I'll change if I'm wrong, and if I'm not, I'll still keep your words in mind."
She waited for a long time, but he didn't respond.
She touched his arm again, and he slapped the back of her hand.
The force wasn't light, nor was it heavy, but it still hurt.
She instantly pulled her hand back, no longer daring to get close to him. "Since you don't want to talk to me, I'll go sleep with the child."
Ian Quincy: '...' 'Couldn't she just try coaxing me a little more?'
'If she had just insisted a little longer, he would have been fine.'
Cecilia Adler opened the closet, grabbed a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom to wash up. After changing into clean pajamas, she entered the child's room.
She looked down at the child's sleeping face.
A wave of guilt washed over her.
