CEO Wife Schedules Our Intimacy by the Minute Chapter 07
Joseph’s POV
After leaving Cheryl, I went to a small city in the south. I stayed in a hospital there for a while to recover. After I was discharged, I spent my days traveling around the nearby cities, trying to clear my mind and start over.
One day, after leaving a station, my suitcase suddenly broke. My injuries had only just healed, and I wasn’t strong enough yet to carry anything heavy.
I stood there hesitating, wondering if I should ask someone for help. It was then that the weight in my hand suddenly disappeared. Relieved, I turned my head and said, “Thank you.”
It was only then that I realized it was Cheryl, whom I hadn’t seen in months. She was holding my suitcase, her voice somewhat shaky. “You’re welcome.”
I quickly composed myself and retrieved my suitcase, pretending nothing had happened.
I prepared to book a cab, but she suddenly grabbed my hand. “Now that I’m here… Don’t you… have anything to say to me?”
I simply shook my head and continued looking at my phone. Her footsteps became unsteady as she hurried forward.
She reached out and blocked my phone screen with one hand, then picked up my suitcase with the other. “Where are you going? My car is nearby. I can drive you.”
I watched her anxious figure for a moment. My throat tightened slightly, but in the end, I still followed her. When we arrived beside her car, I hesitated briefly before opening the back door.
It wouldn’t budge.
I looked up and met Cheryl’s eyes through the car window, pointing at the door. “It won’t open.”
Her beautiful eyes held countless emotions. She simply stared at me for a long time until finally, I heard a soft click.
In the car, she no longer stared at me. Her voice was barely audible, though. “Joseph, your name is still stuck on the passenger seat.”
I froze for a moment. Sure enough, I saw the already slightly faded sticker there. This was one of the few ” rebellious” things Cheryl had ever let me do.
I didn’t respond. I told her my address, then quietly looked out the window.
The car became unusually silent. In the past, I would’ve spent most of the ride bombarding her with questions. Now that everything was quiet, it felt strangely odd.
Cheryl tried to strike up a conversation many times. Through the rearview mirror, I saw her gaze repeatedly falling on me.
I could somewhat guess what she wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to speak to her.
At last, the car entered my neighborhood and stopped below my apartment. Relief washed over me.
“Thanks,” I said.
The door wouldn’t open again. I looked at her in confusion. Her chest rose and fell heavily.
“Fine. Since you won’t talk to me, I’ll do the asking.” She paused for a second, then asked, “Are your broken ribs healed?”
I nodded. “Almost.”
Another short pause passed before she asked, “Why did you leave without a word? Do you know how worried 1; was?”
She became more riled up. “When I went to the hospital and couldn’t find you, I-”
“Enough, Cheryl.”
My voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make her stop. “I think I’ve made myself clear. I didn’t want to fight with you. I simply left the divorce agreement behind because I wanted to end everything.”
Her words seemed to be stuck in her throat. She quickly turned her head away, her hand moving back and forth across the steering wheel.
“I don’t want to end things. We’ve been together for years. We shared a bond. How could you just decide you want to end things? Can you really let go that easily?”
“I can,” I answered, looking at her calmly from the back seat.
Cheryl’s hair had grown a little longer. Her eyes were still as beautiful as ever. For a moment, she still looked like the woman who made my heart race when we were young.
But fate had a different plan. I didn’t have the energy to keep up with her anymore.
I sighed softly. “Cheryl… It’s fine if you don’t love me, but at least give me a chance to love myself.”
