She walked barefoot to his bed, her gaze lingering on him and not moving away for a long time.
"Brother Asher, let's make another deal."
He seemed uninterested in what she said, simply turning his back to her without responding for a long time.
She now truly felt like she was a chewed-up piece of gum, no matter how much others wanted to throw her away, she disgustingly clung to them.
She once again took off her pajamas, climbed into his bed, and hugged his sturdy waist from behind, her small hand ready to untie his robe belt. But before she could touch it, he pushed her away, frustrated, got out of bed, picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a few puffs.
"I've said all the kind words to you, and I've restrained my temper, so don't push your luck."
"Brother Asher, what if I say, as long as you let me have a child, I... I'll leave you?" She twisted her fingers in anxiety. Perhaps she could already predict his reaction, yet there remained a sliver of hope in her heart.
