Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 129

Chapter 129:

I couldn’t sleep well for the last two nights.

The next morning I woke up before dawn.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I couldn’t fall asleep again.

I wanted to get up, but Derek’s arms were securely around me as I slept peacefully. I didn’t want to wake him, so I didn’t move.

I glanced at his hand in the dim light that filtered into our room through the curtains.

The back of his hand was a little red and swollen. I could see the cuts where her red flesh was exposed.

I was sure he hadn’t fallen and hurt himself. There was something else.

The more he hid the truth from me, the more uneasy I became.

I sensed he was still in pain because his fingers were trembling in his sleep.

My back was to him, so I had no idea of the expression on his face. I wanted to turn around and take a look at him, but decided not to because I didn’t want to disturb his sleep.

My heart ached. I leaned over and blew on the back of his hand. Moments later, his hand gently cupped my cheek, turning me around to look at him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, smiling and resting his head in my palm.

I realized he must have seen me blowing against his wound.

I gently took his hand and looked at him. “Does it hurt?”

Derek gave me a look, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “No, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt. But there’s another place on my body that needs to cool down.”

My heart began to race under my chest at his words. He gently took my palm and placed it on his chest.

“My heart is pounding, can you feel it? It needs to cool down.” Hearing that, my face flushed with embarrassment. His words irritated me. I shook off his hand and sat up, intending to get out of bed.

Derek grabbed my hand and laughed.

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“Honey, there’s no hurry. Get some more sleep.”

As much as he teased me to lighten the mood, I was tense.

The fact that it was the third day made my heart beat faster.

At that moment, his strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind as he pressed his chest against my back. His body temperature seeped into my skin.

“Stop it. I’m going to fix breakfast.”

“Sit down!” he said sternly.

I didn’t know what he was going to do. But I obeyed him and stayed seated.

My eyes widened as I felt something cold against my neck. I lowered my head and saw a pearl necklace glittering around my neck.

I recognized it in an instant; it was the one we had taken to the jewelry store for repair.

I asked in surprise, “So you were the one who picked the necklace out of the trash can?”

Derek put his hands on my shoulders, turned me around and swept his gaze over my face as if trying to see what I was thinking.

“You mean you looked for it in the trash can, too?”

I didn’t think going back to the trash can and looking for the necklace was embarrassing, but I was still embarrassed to admit it.

I lowered my head and whispered, “I didn’t want to throw it away. After all, it’s expensive.” Seeing that he was silent, I looked up and saw that he was scowling at me.

I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

His face softened as he saw me laugh. A slow smile emerged on his face.

The lights in the room were still on. The dim sunlight coming through the window cast a soft glow in the room.

He sat cross-legged and I sat on the edge of the bed.

He took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, gently caressing my palm.

“I feel like I’m not decisive anymore. It’s strange, you know. I went back to picking up what I had discarded. I used to mock and ridicule the undecided, and now, I’ve become one of them. It’s strange.”

His words exuded sarcasm as he smiled at me.

Knowingly or not, we were both changing. However, I was the complete opposite of him.

I had been an indecisive person and hoped to be strong and determined someday.

Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door. I assumed Aaron must have gotten up and was coming down the stairs. He was, after all, an early riser.

The sound of footsteps, getting fainter and fainter, grew louder.

After a while, there was a knock at the door.

Derek walked barefoot to open the door. He was wearing only his boxers.

I was in my pajamas, so it didn’t matter if he opened the door.

Derek opened the door and Aaron was standing outside. He glanced over Derek’s shoulder and saw me. The grim look on his face made me wonder what he was thinking. “Come on out,” he said.

I had a hunch that something had happened, so I quickly changed out of my pajamas and followed them downstairs.

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