Chapter 137. Normal Touching of Lips

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Lyle gave me a hug, on poor attempts to make me feel better about myself. The thing is, I have been bottling it all up and to be held this gentle, with gentle eyes and careful hands, I just thought of disappearing, of melting into the couch and be nothing…

That’s not what a strong woman should say.

“I cannot take our real estate back. I guess that’s a dead end right there. I have to accept that fact,” was what I said instead.

Lyle stood up and went back to the kitchen. Shortly, I heard the sound of knives over a chopping board, the whistling kettle, and the sound of a blender. I felt so stupid, basking in the loss of our property, that I got up to help my husband in the kitchen.

“Anything you need help with?”

Lyle’s tee shirt has a stain of tomato stain at the back. He turned to face me. He’s wearing his favorite black apron again.

“Yeah, you can make me coffee while I cook.”

I nodded. I got a mug from the cupboards and prepare