The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

“Do You Hate Me Enough Yet?”

Cedrick wore a bitter smile. “Do you hate me enough yet?”

Lucille remained silent.

Their relationship had truly become irreconcilable.

Cedrick snorted coldly, wrapping her in a towel before carrying her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed.

He sat her on the edge and returned to the bathroom alone.

The sheets were freshly changed by Mylee, but Lucille’s wet hair had already begun dripping onto them.

She needed to dry her hair!

“Mylee!”

She wanted the hair dryer, but it was in the bathroom where he remained. Unwilling to face him again, she called for Mylee to fetch it.

Yet the moment she called out, he reappeared, dryer in hand. “I told you Mylee won’t come in tonight!”

He plugged it in. As hot air blasted her hair, she froze. What was he playing at?

Trying to appease her?

Or doing this for Maricela?

Only the dryer’s roar filled the room. Neither spoke.

Lucille had nothing left to say. She could guess his intentions and saw no point wasting breath.

Cedrick focused intently on drying her hair, though clumsily. He tugged strands haphazardly, occasionally pulling painfully. Still, he managed to dry it.

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“Hair tic?”

He asked.

Lucille: ?

?

?

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Why would he need that?

He rummaged through a drawer, found one, and clumsily gathered her hair into a messy bun atop her head.

Her neck, shoulders, and upper back lay exposed.

He studied her back, gripped her arm, and forced her to look. “Look at yourself! What did that damn rehab do to you?”

He spun her toward the mirror. “See for yourself!”

She’d fallen and bumped into equipment during rehab, leaving bruises on her arms and back.

But why should he care?

Suddenly, he yanked the towel off her.

She snatched the blanket, covering herself while glaring daggers. “Cedrick, I swear I’ll kill you!”

He sat opposite her, eyes mocking. “Five years married, and this is your attitude when I touch you?”

What else should it be?

Her lips curled with equal scorn. “Cedrick, won’t your precious Maricela grieve if you touch me?”

He stayed silent, pressing her onto the bed but not removing the protective blanket.

Lucille felt his warm palm rest on her thigh.

Was he… massaging her bruise?

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She stopped resisting. She recognized this tactic.

No one does favors without reason. He must want something.

True to form, he applied ointment to every bruise–thigh, arm, stomach, back.

Finished, he covered her with the blanket, meeting her icy stare.

Lucille watched coldly, waiting for him to demand she drop the lawsuit.

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He tucked the blanket around her, smiling bitterly. “Lucille, how did we end

up

like this?”

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