At that moment, she was walking in front like a child, laughing and talking happily, while Miquel was like her supporter.
Sometimes he reminded her to be careful with her steps and sometimes he stroked her head.
In the end, the bedroom Casey chose was the one I lived in at that time. She looked at Miquel pitifully.
“Miquel, I like this bedroom, but it looks like someone has lived in it. Could it be Carla's bedroom?
“But it's okay, I'll just change it."
Casey deliberately sobbed twice, trying to make herself appear more pitiful.
Miquel smiled and scratched her nose. After a while, he said, "Since you like it, this bedroom is for you to live in. I'll ask her to move out later."
Casey took the initiative to hug Miquel's waist and rubbed her head against his chest twice before saying, “Thank you, Miquel. I knew you are the best."
Miquel’s flustered face was like a knife stabbing my heart.
We were obviously husband and wife, but why did their intimate appearance at that moment made me feel like an outsider?
At that moment, the resentment that had been accumulating in my heart for a long time gradually erupted.