novelraw Chapter 330 Between Love and Not Love (7)
Chapter 330 Between Love and Not Love (7)
Qiao Mo was once again taken aback, completely unprepared for him to brush past her just like that.Instinctively, she snapped out of it and rushed forward to grab his large hand: "Fu Nancheng..."
He paused slightly in his stride, not turning back, somewhat longing for the warmth in her palm.
"Did I upset you?" Qiao Mo spoke softly, with a hint of caution.
She just didn’t understand, didn’t understand why he suddenly treated her like this.
In her heart... she felt a bit uneasy.
He finally turned around, his slightly weary dark eyes landed on her small face, somewhat dazed.
The small face in front of him was clearly the one in his memory...
How could it be wrong... how could it possibly be wrong?
He didn’t believe he would mistake her...
Qiao Mo couldn’t understand the complexity in his eyes, only feeling that he seemed a bit confused and somewhat sad.
The redness in his eyes was heavy, with a touch of distraction.
She kept waiting for his response.
After a long while, meeting her concerned gaze, he gave a faint smile and softly said, "No, I’m just a bit tired."
With those words, Qiao Mo gently released his hand.
Just when she was about to say something more, he had already turned and left the bedroom.
Watching him gently close the bedroom door, Qiao Mo’s eyes were a little red, inexplicably uncomfortable.
Turning to the window, she couldn’t help but let her thoughts run wild.
That annoying person wasn’t pestering her anymore, shouldn’t she be happy?
It was rare peace at Nanshan Villa after so long.
But why... did she feel so upset.
"Bastard!" she softly murmured, biting her lip, not daring to think if she had fallen for him.
But what about Jing Hao... it seemed she hadn’t thought of him for a long time.
Out of nowhere, Qiao Mo felt a wave of irritation.
For both lunch and dinner, he stayed home to eat with her, yet in the vast dining room neither of them spoke again, the silence was terrifying.
The room was filled with an eerie silence.
Until nine in the evening, Qiao Mo kept curled up on the sofa in the bedroom watching TV.
The bedroom door was open, and she couldn’t help but pay attention to the noises outside, wondering what he was doing.
Soon, the study door opened.
After vaguely seeing him twice, when she saw him again, he had already changed his clothes.
It was a crisp black suit, impeccably pressed.
Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment, instinctively sitting up straight, stretching her neck to see more clearly.
Next, he picked up his coat, seemingly ready to go out.
She couldn’t sit still anymore, tossing aside the blanket, she ran barefoot to the bedroom door, watching him without speaking.
Fu Nancheng looked up and met her gaze, slightly dazed.
The woman in front of him wore a pink cotton nightdress, stood barefoot on the floor, revealing two smooth little legs, nervously watching him.
His gaze lingered on her, unable to move away. Seeing she wasn’t wearing shoes, his thin lips moved, finally unable to resist speaking gently, "Put on shoes."
Qiao Mo was taken aback, looking down at her own feet.
But seeing him already clutching his coat and preparing to leave, she still stood unwilling to move.
Wouldn’t it be once she turned to put on shoes, when she returned, he would have already left?
Was he concerned about her... or simply trying to get rid of her?
But, where was he going?
Seeing she still wouldn’t move, he frowned, turned back into the bedroom, fetched her slippers, placed them in front of her, half-kneeling softly said, "Put on the shoes."
Qiao Mo dazedly looked at him, but still softly put on the slippers.