99 Ch. 99 Anxia Is Unhappy
Anxia didnât want to ruin the sweet moment with her sudden gloominess. She rose to her feet and walked into the dressing room before closing the sliding door.
âMommy? What happens?â Lori tilted her head as she asked her father.
Richard shook his head the same way Lori did in answering him. âWho knows? Alright, itâs time for you to take a nap.â
Lori pursed her lips at her fatherâs last words. âBut I still want to play.â
Richard flicked his daughterâs nose fondly, âYou can keep playing after napping. Be a good girl, now.â
Lori obediently let her father pick her up and laid her on the bed. After arranging the pillows around Lori so his baby girl wouldnât roll over and fall, Richard kissed her daughter on the forehead.
He stroked Loriâs head in a gentle motion making Loriâs eyelids feel heavier. It didnât take long for Loriâs eyelids to close entirely, and the child fell fast asleep.
Afterward, Richard slowly got up from the bed and walked towards the dressing room. However, he couldnât find his wife there, making him wonder how his wife got out of this space.
There were no doors or windows other than a sliding door facing the bed. If Anxia had walked out of this dressing room, Richard would have known it right away.
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He was also sure there was no secret passage like the one in the main room leading to another location, so he was confident that his wife was still in this room.
Richard closed the sliding door again and walked deeper inside, and only then could he see Anxiaâs petite figure in the corner of the room.
Anxia was sitting downstairs with her knees bent in front of her chest. His wifeâs eyes were blank, and her expression was flat. The woman looked like a lost child hiding in a dark place because she didnât know her way home and didnât want to meet a wild predator.
This was the first time he had seen Anxiaâs weak side like this, apart from the breakdown incident a few days ago.
Hasnât the source of Anxiaâs problems been sorted out? Soon Anxia could talk to Ling Meng, the friend she was eager to save.
But why did the woman look so dispirited?
Richard approached Anxia and then crouched down on one leg to bring his wifeâs line of sight.
It seemed that Anxia was too deep in her thoughts to notice his presence. Anxiaâs eyeballs didnât react as Richard crouched right in front of her.
Richard gently patted the top of his wifeâs head, then her eyes moved and glanced at him.
âWhat are you thinking? What makes you unhappy?â
Anxia didnât answer and just lowered her head as if she didnât want to look at him, which brought further confusion.
Wasnât that woman just fine a moment ago? Anxia even lay down casually, using his thigh as a pillow. But why was she acting as if she wanted to avoid him now?
Is she trying to reclose her heart? Richard couldnât let that happen.
He had gone to great lengths to get his wife to open up to him. His efforts would be useless if Anxia tried to leave him again.
âXia Xia,â Richard lifted Anxiaâs chin with his forefinger and felt his heart squeezed when he saw the cloudy light shining in his wifeâs beautiful eyes.
Really... what makes his wife so unhappy like this?
If only Richard knew that Anxia was melancholy because she believed her husband didnât love her, perhaps Richard would be over the moon. Now Anxia recognized this tingling feeling inside her heart and realized the true colors of this feeling.
She had to acknowledge that she had fallen for her shameless, perverted husband. She realized her body and eyes constantly searched for his warmth and felt at home whenever Richard was by her side.
Anxia was content with how things were like usual. She felt satisfied receiving his attention and kindness and didnât mind if she was just a tool to satisfy his desires.
But... she didnât know when she became greedy. Anxia wanted more. She didnât want Richard to only care about her as the mother of his child. She didnât want Richard to give her money or other valuables just because she was the woman who gave birth to that manâs child.
Anxia wanted something else, but... she didnât know what exactly she wanted.
âXia Xia, what happened? Didnât you say youâd try to rely on me? Tell me, what makes you gloomy like this?â
Anxia swallowed hard as if she felt a thick lump block her throat. She felt her eyes sting like something had stabbed them in their sockets. Her husbandâs handsome face was getting blurred as if something blocked her sight.
Could it be... she cries?
Not only Anxia but Richard also was stunned to see her moistened eyes. As long as he could remember, Anxia rarely showed her tears, and he thought that Anxiaâs breakdown incident a few days ago was the first and last time he to see his wifeâs tears.
Who would have thought that at this moment, he would see that Anxia would cry for no apparent reason?
Richard enjoyed his wifeâs thousand expressions, whether anger, frustration, or an evil smirk on her face. But he hated it the most when he saw his beloved woman shed tears.
When he saw Anxiaâs tears that night, Richard was determined not to make his wife shed any more tears. He would give happiness and joyful laughter that filled her sweet, adorable face. Well, he would tease his wife once in a while because Anxia was adorable when she was overwhelmed by his teasing.
Richard slipped his hands between Anxiaâs knees and lifted her like a princess-carry.
Anxia didnât resist and obediently returned his embrace by wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on the manâs broad shoulder.
Richard used his feet to slide open the dressing room door, then he walked towards the balcony of this room facing the mountain.