Jason was ready for everything.
But I didn't show any expression. I didn't even look at them much.
I went upstairs and took down my packed luggage.
The house that I was ready to leave early in the morning was a wedding gift from Jason's grandpa.
But Jason rarely set foot there.
Mostly I lived there with my two children.
I went downstairs quickly.
The two of them were talking on the couch.
The man who usually had a blank expression now showed tenderness.
He would only be like this in front of Willow.
When facing me, there was only endless indifference.
They didn't notice me.
As long as Willow was around, Jason would never have me in his eyes.
I was used to it.
The sound of the suitcase tires startled Jason.
He looked at me quietly, and said stiffly, "Melody, what are you doing?"
Willow also looked over and curled her lips, "Melody, I suffered a low blood sugar attack. We happened to be nearby, and Jason brought me here. Please don't mind."
Hypoglycemia?
I saw Jason serving juice. He even peeled the candy and fed it into her mouth.
Her lips touched his fingertips, and neither of them realized anything was wrong.