Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

He immediately swallowed his saliva hard and pressed the almost-uttered words down into his throat. He forced himself to move his eyes from her silhouette to a painting on the wall right in front of him.

Seeing her leave, I even wanted to stop her…

Her being so obedient and keeping away from me, is that what I’ve been dreaming of?

Why do I suddenly despise my only wish and want her to stay with me?

Gu Yusheng suddenly became upset. Without Qin Zhi’ai being in the guest room, he grabbed the cigarette case on the table without any hesitation, lit a cigar, and put it into his mouth.

The smell of the cigar eased his sentiment. Through the smoke floating in the air, he looked up at the pure white ceiling, asking himself in confusion from the bottom of his heart—why am I second guessing myself again?

I have so many questions…

For example, why was I willing to be threatened and take her back alone in exchange for the contract without any hesitation when I received the call from Lame Wang?

Another example, why did I become that angry when I saw the scratch on her ear and the red marks on her wrists? Even angrier than I am when I’m hit by others?

And why did I get annoyed with the housekeeper when I saw her bustling around me with such care but left her in the car?

It seemed that since the first day she moved into my house and we looked each other in the eye, I started asking myself questions.

But, with so many whys, I’ve been racking my brain just to find no answers.

Thinking, Gu Yusheng, cigar still in his mouth, stood up with annoyance and started walking back and forth in the guest room.

He walked to the corridor, then leaned against the door frame of the guest room and stared at the closed door of the master bedroom in front of him. He took several steps forward with the cigar in between his lips and stood in front of the master bedroom door.

He raise his hand slightly, then a little bit higher, but he still didn’t reach out his hand to the doorknob. Just as he was hesitating with his hand up, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

Gu Yusheng panicked and withdrew his hand subconsciously, then looked around and hurried to take several steps backward.

He had wanted to lean against the wall, pretending to be in the middle of smoking a cigar, but he was too frantic to control the speed, so he bumped into the wall with his back, and he felt terrible pain from his wound.

He moaned in a very low voice. His fingers trembled and the cigar between his fingers fell onto the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the housekeeper led Doctor Luo to him, leaving him no time to think. The housekeeper asked him in confusion, “Mr. Gu, why are you standing in the corridor?”

Gu Yusheng had wanted to use smoking as an excuse, but now the cigar had fallen, and the pain coming from the wound had silenced him. Annoyed as he was, his temper suddenly flared at the housekeeper’s question, prompting him to say, “Who told you to call the doctor?”

The housekeeper was shocked by his words, so she stopped there, afraid to move.

Although Miss Liang told me to tell Mr. Gu that it was her who decided to call the doctor if Mr. Gu asked, I still can’t. Mr. Gu looks mad now, and if I tell him, that will cause a lot of trouble for Miss Liang.

Now that I’m being blamed by him, I don’t care if he continues… When the housekeeper was about to ask Gu Yusheng to show the wound to Doctor Luo, Gu Yusheng kept talking in a serious voice. “Did I tell you to call a doctor? Since when do you make the decisions in this house?”