I supposed he wanted to answer this call but hesitated because of his consideration for me. I nodded, indicating that he should answer it.
"Maurice Shannon, you don't care whether I live or die, do you?"
A female voice came from the phone, rendering me stunned for a moment.
At this time, my hearing became way better than ever.
But as he stepped aside, I couldn't hear the conversation between him and the woman anymore.
After he hung up the phone, Maurice turned to look at me with complicated feelings in his eyes that I couldn't understand.
His silence during the call continued for a long time.
When he finally broke the silence, the first thing he said was an apology. "I'm sorry, I..."
The fear in his heart instantly turned into anxiety in his tone as soon as he uttered.
I was right. That person was important to him.
He was eager to see her.
"If you want to see her, just leave first."
He stared at me in disbelief, seemingly dumbfounded.
I couldn't stand the probing look in his eyes, so I turned around with my back against him.
Eventually, he hurried down the mountain and almost tripped on his way several times after his hasty departure.
However, I couldn't deny that I panicked.
3
All alone, instead of seeing the golden glow over the mountain at sunrise, I only encountered a storm.
The rain in the gust splashed on my naked skin, hurting me.
He had already run down the hill to look for her, but I was still expecting him to come back to me.
However, he never returned, even when the rain blurred my vision.
In the heavy rain, I stared blankly at the mountain. The cold rain mixed with my hot tears streamed down my face.
"I'll take another gamble, Maurice.
"Don't make me lose so miserably," I said to myself inwardly.
"The number you dialed is currently unanswered. Please try again later..."
I lost.
4
Maurice and I had known each other for several years. We weren't childhood sweethearts.
Our families had been in touch since our grandparents' generation and had collaborated on both sides' family businesses.
With the matchmaking of his and my parents, Maurice, who was five years older than me, could not resist pressure from the elders and married me.
He gave me a sense of security, making me believe that he was worthy of trust.
To tell the truth, he was indeed an earnest and perfect husband.
Therefore, our affection for each other gradually developed after we got married.