At the moment Nicole was lost in thought just now, she seemed to realize that the situation in the kitchen was somewhat ambiguous yet warm.

At least, was this not the married life she dreamed of before her divorce?

However, the man was Clayton instead of Eric. Her heart did not seem to be so attached to the past anymore.

The sudden pain on her wrist came as an afterthought. Clayton held her as he led her to the faucet to rinse her wrist under running water.

Their posture was intimate and slightly ambiguous. Nicole tried to pull her hand back, but Clayton thought that it was because her wrist hurt, so he was gentler in his movements. He loosened his grip on her arm, held the spot where she was injured, and blew on her skin, looking distressed.

Nicole looked at him. The man in front of her was unfathomably gentle.

There was a slight tremor in her chest as if she had been shaken.

She hastily lowered her eyes, withdrew her hand, and smiled faintly. “It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt anymor