Chapter 215 I Don't Love Him Anymore
Huo Dongming watched Shang Wanwan go upstairs with disdainful eyes.
He unconsciously took out a cigarette from the box and lit it. Mother Zhang saw Mr. Huo sitting with his back to the light, his handsome face looking extremely gloomy.
There was no more quarreling between the couple in this house, and the wife's happiness was gone.
Huo Dongming sat there until the sparks from the burning incense touched his fingertips and he came to his senses.
Shang Wanwan returned to the room. She walked to the dressing mirror and looked at her big belly. Her belly was getting bigger and bigger, and it was becoming more and more difficult for her to move.
Recently, her appetite has increased compared to before, and she has become thinner.
She chose a looser jacket from the closet, put it on, and reached out to close the zipper, but it wouldn't work.
"I'll do it..."
Huo Dongming went upstairs at some point. He saw how hard she worked and went around behind her.
Shang Wanwan looked at him in the mirror and shuddered.
His eyes in the mirror deepened, and she did not rush to button her clothes, but turned around slowly.
"Huo Dongming, you don't love me, right?"
There was no love left in her eyes for him anymore, only obedience.
Like the dog he had given her, though that dog had been given away long ago.
She asked for it.
She doesn't want to see that behind the lovely things are all deception, lies and restrictions on her mind.
Huo Dongming didn't love her, and she finally faced the reality.
She had fought, resisted, even died, and tried everything.
But, it's no use.
Huo Dongming's eyes darkened, and he gently stroked her collarbone and moved his hand down along the necklace she had given him.
Her breath trembled, becoming cautious and nervous because of his touch.
It turns out that relationships between men and women can only be enjoyable if they are in love with each other.
And she became numb.
Her delicate posture and well-behaved eyes made Huo Dongming intoxicated.
His hands fell to her waist and held her tightly.
His lips moved to the soft flesh behind her ear and he whispered, "What about you? Do you still love me?"
Shang Wanwan's body trembled noticeably, but she couldn't utter the word "love".
While she was hesitating, Huo Dongming had already kissed her lips.
He didn't seem to care about the answer that much. All he wanted was her and her body.
Shang Wanwan thought so, and her previous love disappeared in the consumption of their relationship over the past few years.
Huo Dongming kissed her hard, but he was still cautious.
He held her waist and stroked her long hair.
Shang Wanwan's long black hair covered the pillow like seaweed, breathtakingly beautiful.
Only Shang Wanwan knew that when a woman no longer loves a man, she will no longer feel anything for him.
The love in her heart had long since disappeared.
I can hardly even cry.
Without love, heart and emotion, hatred will also disappear.
Once, she couldn't help herself.
Shang Wanwan finally understood that a woman's love or dislike for a man is also very clear, and she herself is the best explanation.
Afterwards, Huo Dongming fell asleep beside her.
It seems that today is the most satisfying one among all these days.
Shang Wanwan saw fear and unprecedented relaxation on his face, but for her it was just another tribulation.
She got up and went to the bathroom. For fear of waking Huo Dongming, she turned the water flow to a minimum, letting the trickle flow over her delicate skin to wash away the shame and embarrassment in her heart.
Now, every time she was with Huo Dongming, she felt a deeper sense of disgust towards him.
She is like a puppet, drifting with the flow and without any emotion.
If there was only one hope that kept her alive, it was Li Luo's promise that she would be able to leave here and leave Huo Dongming one day.
She really doesn't love that man anymore.
"Mrs--"
After taking a shower, Shang Wanwan did not stay in the room. She changed into home clothes and went downstairs.
It was late at night and she couldn't sleep.
She always felt suffocated when locked in the same room with Huo Dongming.
"Mrs. Zhang, it's too late. You should go to bed."
Shang Wanwan saw the clock on the wall pointed to two o'clock in the morning.
Every day, Aunt Zhang would wait until all the work in the villa was finished before going back to her room to sleep. She was not only a maid, but also a housekeeper.
"Madam, you are pregnant, don't stay up late, it's not good for the child."
Mrs. Zhang gave a kind reminder and Shang Wanwan nodded slightly.
She sat quietly downstairs. The thousand-square-foot home was eerily quiet at this moment. She felt empty inside.
The living room was still brightly lit, but she was lonely.
There was someone at home, and it was the person she once loved the most. However, this place became so strange to her.
She poured herself a glass of wine, wanted to drink it, but ended up pouring it out.
Not good for children.
She was constantly reminiscing, recalling her past with Huo Dongming, recalling her own growth, and recalling Shang Xingyuan, Chen Yao, and Shang Yecheng who raised her.
She thought about it one by one, wondering how she fell in love with Huo Dongming and how she got entangled in him step by step.
Would her future be different if she hadn't run into that high-spirited but always cold-faced boy?
She is still thinking about Mr. Chen and his family.
Luoluo said that they were fine. If she disappeared, would Huo Dongming let them go, or would he use outrageous means to deal with them and make himself regret it?
Shang Wanwan's mind was in a mess. She stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows, staring blankly.
The night in the distance was even darker, just like her heart, which was an endless black hole, constantly devouring her future and life.
Huo Dongming stood where Shang Wanwan couldn't see him.
He also looked at her and thought about her.
His wife was different from the girl with the bright smile he had known all those years ago.
He fell asleep and woke up again, only to find that Shang Wanwan was not around.
Huo Dongming was a little panicked, he thought she could not escape.
In the past, she especially liked to sleep with him in her arms, and liked the feeling of being held by him.
She liked to pamper him and occasionally act coquettishly towards him when he was in a good mood.
Now she is living alone with him under the same roof, but her heart is very far away from him.
He didn't know what she was thinking. Her back looked desolate and lonely.
Huo Dongming picked up his phone and called his assistant.
"Nine thousand roses will be sent tomorrow..."
He said that the back view once made his heart beat so fast.
He was so happy in his heart that she used some tricks to sleep with him.
"To Mrs. Huo——"