All day long on Sunday, Wen Nuan was wondering whether Zhan Nanxian had seen her resignation letter.
After such an intimate act, the courage she had gathered finally disappeared without a trace, and she could no longer tell him that there was a white envelope in the pile of documents. Subconsciously, she felt that if she really brought it up to him, it might provoke his temper again.
Up to now she had to admit that she was a little bit afraid of him, or to be more precise, she was afraid of him before he doted on her. She was fearless but only afraid of him. Every time after doing something wrong, she would feel guilty when standing in front of him even if he said nothing and just looked at her indifferently.
At this moment, she felt as if she had done something that she knew was wrong. On the one hand, she longed to know, but on the other hand, she did not dare to imagine his reaction. She was caught in the torment of contradiction.
She owed him too much and could never repay him. No one knew how deeply she felt guilty about him, so in the only time they could spend together, she retreated step by step without any principles. No matter how he demanded, she could never make up her mind to resist.
Because she didn't want to see him unhappy.
In this world, only for him, in the most hidden and softest corner of her heart, did she have an indescribable emotion that made her want to do her best to protect and compensate him.
An inconsolable depression lingered in her for the whole day. She really wanted to know if he had seen the resignation letter. However, from morning to noon, afternoon, evening, and until she went out to the tennis court after dinner, he never called her. Although she knew very well that she hardly ever answered his calls even at work, she still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
She didn't want to admit it, but she really... began to miss him unconsciously.
After parking the car, she walked into the stadium.
This tennis tournament was all played on indoor hard courts, and she wanted to come and watch this one because Roger Federer and Andy Roddick were both her favorite players.
The tennis stadium, which can accommodate 15,000 people, was packed. Her seat was in the second VIP box, which might belong to some accompanying sponsors. The leather chair was very comfortable, with newspapers, magazines and drinks next to the armrests. Most of the people around her were blonde or blue-eyed foreigners.
There are three rows in front of her, especially the box in the middle, which includes six central seats in each row from rows one to three, and is an excellent viewing point. From there, you can clearly see every subtle movement of the players on both sides. These are top-level platinum seats that cannot be bought with money, and there are special attendants at the entrance of the box.
At this time, Wen Nuan heard someone muttering behind her.
"Who on earth is that? It's such a waste to book the best seats but not come to watch."
His companion said, "Who knows, maybe it's a player who's playing in the tournament."
She looked up and saw that the top-level box across from the court was still empty. With the stadium almost full, the eighteen empty seats did seem a bit glaring.
Federer and Roddick entered the court amid thunderous applause, and the referee repeatedly asked the audience to be quiet.
This match is a best-of-three match, with twelve games in each set. Whoever wins six games first will score six points and win. If the game is tied at 6-6, the winner will be decided by a tiebreak.