Chapter 62
Chester snuggled closer to Angelina and reached out to stroke her breasts. She quickly grabbed
his slender fingers with her small hand. “Just sleep if you want to.”
“I’ll sleep as I stroke.
Angelina didn’t have breast milk after giving birth, but her breasts had grown larger
compared to before, and she noticed it too.
“No, you’ll sleep alone. We’ll be sleeping separately.”
“No way.”
He insisted on holding her in his arms. Angelina raised her hand and noticed Chester’s long, dense eyelashes.
What reason did a man have to have such long eyelashes? She reached out and traced her fingers from the root of his eyelashes. “They’re so long.”
Chester pressed his lips to hers the next second, lingering on her…
Angelina was dazed from the kiss, and Chester wasn’t any better. His body was tense as he
forced himself to clear his mind of desire.
“Let’s sleep,” he said in a hoarse voice, and Angelina shivered slightly before burrowing into
his embrace.
He exuded a clean scent of soapberry, but there was also a faint trace of smoke.
The afternoon was still hot, the temperature indoors was only slightly lower than outside.
The light purple curtains were drawn, with a small gap left open. A sliver of sunlight fell on Chester’s hand, and the remaining faint light scattered across the bed.
The two could feel each other’s breath and gradually closed their eyes.
Catherine was crying outside, probably still adjusting to the new environment. Patricia and Emily took turns caring for her, sitting with Catherine on the balcony couch to sunbathe.
Sunbathing was the most natural way to reduce jaundice.
It wasn’t yet time to clock off, so Isadora said a few words to Megan and told her she was heading back to check on little Catherine.
Has Angelina been discharged?”
“She was discharged this morning. I didn’t make it back in time.
“Then you should
go and see her. You can head back first.”
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“Okay, let Rosalind know as well.”
Rosalind was outside showing clothing designs to a client. She wanted to discuss something with Isadora when she returned but couldn’t find her.
“Megan…”
“Isa left early. Angelina and the baby were discharged today, so she rushed back to check on
them.”
“They were already discharged?”
“I think so.”
“A woman never truly knows if she’s married to a man or a demon until she has a child,” said a middle–aged woman nearby, pressing down on the sewing machine pedal as she sighed.
Megan smiled. “Nora, why do you say that?”
“Ah, men are bound to change once a woman has a child. They become picky, complaining about this and that. Take it from me–I’ve been through it. Once you have a child, most marriages can’t go back to the way they were. Couples often quarrel over trivial things.”
“Really?” Megan looked curious. “Does this happen to many couples?”
“Not all, I suppose, but most of them. After childbirth, women’s figures change. Some get spots and stretch marks. You can’t compare to how things were before. Give it six months or a year, and all kinds of conflicts start showing up.
Rosalind gave an awkward smile. “Nora, maybe you’re talking about other men. The person we know isn’t like that.”
“Ah, all men are the same. They’re sweet and caring before they win you over. Once they’ve got you, married and with a child together, they start using the kid to tie you down. They start showing their true colors.”
“How could that be?”
“Why not? My husband is exactly like that. He’s been annoyed with me ever since I had the child. He knows I can’t bear to leave the child or go through a divorce, so he thinks he has me under his thumb. Whenever something small happens, he yells at me. I would’ve left him long. ago if it weren’t for the child.”
Nora Clark let out a long sigh as she spoke. “That’s why women shouldn’t have children tool early, or they’ll end up at a disadvantage.
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