Lovin’ in the Moonlight

“… you just said I want to sleep that sleep.”

“Did I say that? Forgot.” Maxton West looked at her with a curious baby look on his face, and halfway through, lifted his steps to leave and dropped the words, “Don’t come over here I’ll carry you over later.”

Fairen Evert felt she needed to go to the hospital to have her brain looked at, otherwise why else would she have agreed to get in the car earlier?

Although she resisted, she went up knowing full well that Maxton West would not touch her during her physiological period as a rule.

She was not in a position to openly resist him yet.

To her surprise, Maxton West didn’t do anything to her, but just held her tightly, like an insecure child with an insatiable appetite for her scent.

When she moved, he hugged her a little tighter, and his ambiguous, hot breath sprayed on her neck, causing her whole body to shudder.

Turning his face, looking at his harmless angelic face, Fairen Evert sighed and closed his eyes, the sound of his even breathing in his ears, but could not sleep.

Outside is the sound of cicadas, silky, behind is a soft bed sheet, next to a man, a man who has been entangled with her for most of her life but still entangled.

Looking at his sleeping form, Fairen Evert only felt the guilt in her heart growing heavier and heavier, and she was a little overwhelmed.

After a few days, the two of them maintained this pattern, Maxton West complied with her wishes and did not touch her during her period.

Only he slowly noticed that Fairen Evert’s temperament slowly became a bit too low.

Many times, she seldom spoke, and when she talked to her, she only responded twice, and then kept staring.

When he brought Fairen Evert back to the West family, the person did not resist in the slightest, did not say anything, just sat, hugging his knees, dull eyes, no spirit, as if a puppet.

I heard from the nanny that she rarely ate while he was away, sometimes saying, “I’m hungry, but I don’t want to eat, I have no appetite.”

He gradually sensed that something was wrong.

That day, the company had just decided to take a long vacation, the whole company is a cheer, Fairen Evert listened to it, there are no ups and downs, just sitting in the office, looking at the glowing computer screen dazed.

By the time she came back to her senses, it was already dark outside.

When she rubbed her aching temples and stood up, she suddenly remembered that she was, for some reason, always in a daze, depressed, uninterested in anything, and hadn’t been to the dessert store she used to go to for a long time.

She didn’t know why she had become this way, with no desire to live to like a puppet.

The phone twitched and a message popped up, “I’m downstairs, come down.”

She thought for a moment, eyelashes fluttering: “I still have a little work to do … you go back first.”

The next second, the phone was called in directly, inside was his somewhat irate and cold voice: “I’ll give you ten seconds, Fairen Evert, I remember I didn’t assign you any tasks today.”

She hesitated for a moment, lowered her head, and said nothing.

A few minutes later, once she came down, Maxton West pulled up directly next to her, opened the door and pulled her in, looking at her in a bit of a trance, he was inexplicably angry: “Why don’t you say something?”

Fairen Evert looked at him for a moment, tried to say something, opened her mouth for a moment and then closed it again.

She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to talk, she wanted to be left alone.

Listening to the report from his men, Maxton West’s heart slowly sank, his hand on the steering wheel as he calmed his anger: “There’s someone I need to take you to.”

Fairen Evert didn’t say anything at first, and after a moment, fearing his anger, he said softly, “Got it.” And there was no more follow-up.

But she never expected that Maxton West would take her to a psychotherapist.

When she was in that clean and tidy room, she looked at Maxton West standing outside the door, with the slow and calm voice of the psychotherapist in her ears: “Miss Evert, hello, I am your psychologist …”

“Miss Evert?”

She snapped back and seemed to bite her lower lip in some chagrin: “Sorry sorry sorry, I just got lost in thought.”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Maxton West had been standing outside, looking at her with a surprised expression, all attention, all the time, on her.

“Oh, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m used to it, it’s like this … I’d like to get to know you first, do you mind telling me about the state of your life lately?”

Fairen Evert felt it was rude to ignore people and forced herself to focus on looking the man in the eyes, but soon she lost the battle.

The state of her life lately?

It seemed like nothing but dullness all the time, no appetite, no desire to do anything, like an unpopular puppet, and, suddenly, she felt so tired of living.

When she said this to the other person, the person’s expression obviously changed, but still very patient to comfort her, step by step, carefully asked her what was happening around her.

Half an hour later, Fairen Evert came out with her head down, and she didn’t resist in the slightest when Maxton West carried her over to him.

The psychologist and he looked at each other, and he understood and took Fairen Evert back to the car.

After a while, driving back to the West family, Maxton West’s phone twitched a few times and several long messages came in.

“Mr. West, after my understanding, your wife Miss Evert is indeed suffering from depression, and it looks like it has been getting worse …”

It was only at this time that he learned that a friend of hers had died not long ago.

He also learned at this time that she had been tormented by that so-called guilt for quite some time.

She couldn’t leave him and even coveted the feeling of being with him somewhat, but that guilt was still tormenting her sanity and spirit as usual.

Finally, one day, all the negative emotions piled up and broke apart.

As soon as she returned to the West family, Fairen Evert went to bed in her room. She was so tired that she suddenly lost interest in many of the things she wanted to do, and had no direction as to what she wanted to do.

She even started to numb herself with work, forcing herself to be tired all day and then fall asleep, but it didn’t work out that way, and when she was at home, she was at her side every step of the way.

Maxton West began to use various excuses to keep her out of work and took her around on his own with the intention of giving her a break, however, Fairen Evert’s mood never seemed to change.

It had been more than a month since the day she saw the psychotherapist.

Outside the window it was raining, snapping on the edge of the window, thunder ringing in the ears, obviously just after dinner, but outside the window was already dark and oppressively heavy.