Chapter 4 4. What's Wrong This Time

"Just wanted to."

"What's wrong Linar?"

"What's?"

Dean pursed his lips in annoyance at Linar's tone and look, which was so flat that she didn't even bother to turn to him and was busy sorting out her nightwear.

"Ever since we met this morning, you've been rude to me."

For some reason, Linar felt like slapping her husband's haughty, innocent face.

"What's wrong this time?" Dean growled angrily.

"It's nothing," Linar muttered. "I'm just tired . . . I'm going straight to bed."

"Oh, come on Linar," Dean growled.

"You can't do this to me. I can't guess what's on your mind right now, I'm not a psychic who can read your mind without you telling me."

"I know, and I didn't tell you to do it, Dean. "Linar turned around and continued walking to their bed.

Dean followed her outside and caught her elbow to stop her.

Linar turned around lazily trying to pull her arm away, but it turned into a grip even though it wasn't very strong.

"What just happened?" Dean asked in a whisper. "Was it because Aunt Ira or Aunt Amber did or said something offensive to you?"

"No" she shook her head twice. "I'm used to it and I'm getting used to it."

"So this is about me?" Dean asked matter-of-factly.

"You think?" Linar murmured softly, but she couldn't pull the corners of her lips into a smile she could only stare wistfully.

Linar tried to wriggle her arms and looked up when Dean wouldn't let go.

"Dean, its hurt me! get hands off me!" Linar stated as clearly as she could and Dean gasped staring at the grip that had become a stranglehold without realizing Dean immediately let go.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, sorry." Dean muttered letting go.

"It's okay lately, you just gets emotional without me knowing why," Linar replied softly picking up her top nightgown and turning to leave Dean.

"What did you say just then?"

Linar shook her head weakly twice then started to copy her clothes still with her back to Dean.

"Just change into the black lingerie Lin, the one I bought you last holiday!" Dean exclaimed, stopping Linar's movement.

"I already wore it last night that's why I waited for you to come home so late and cold," Linar tugged at the corners of her lips, "I haven't washed the lingerie yet and it's more comfortable to sleep in this nightgown anyway." Linar's lead was flatter.

"I'm going straight to bed, I'm sleepy."

Dean observed Linar who immediately took the sleeping position and turned her back.

A wry smile tugged at one corner of her lips. Slowly Dean could sense that she was hiding something from him.

But Dean was reluctant to find out more, all he knew was that Linar hadn't been angry in a long time if it was with him. Because Linar loved her so much.

For a few minutes, Dean just stared at his wife's back. Then he lay down beside her and hugged Linar's body from behind.

Linar gasped and her body stiffened with Dean's sudden embrace. Dean's chest pressed against her back, the man's arms wrapped around her waist. The man's face was even pressed against the recesses of her neck. Dean locked his body so tightly down Linar's legs that she couldn't move.

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered hoarsely in Linar's ear.

Deg!

"Sorry for what?" Linar waited with a racing heart.

"I'm sorry I made you wait, I'm sorry I hurt you."

Linar bit her lower lip to stifle a sob and felt that there was a hidden message that was clearly successful in suffocating her chest.

Silence.

Dean was disappointed by Linar's silence as he tightened his embrace. Inhaling the distinctive scent in Linar's hair and skin. Always able to make him feel at home.

Linar could feel Dean's heart beating fast for whatever reason the scent of Dean's body was nourishing him.

"Linar?!"

"Sorry for what?" Linar waited with a racing heart.

"I'm sorry I made you wait, I'm sorry I hurt you."

Linar bit her lower lip to stifle a sob and felt that there was a hidden message that was clearly successful in suffocating her chest.

Silence.

Dean was disappointed by Linar's silence as he tightened his embrace. Inhaling the distinctive scent in Linar's hair and skin. Always able to make him feel at home.

Linar could feel Dean's heart beating fast for whatever reason the scent of Dean's body was nourishing him.

"Linar?"

"Hmm."

"Turn around," Dean slightly loosened his embrace.

Linar obediently looked up to meet Dean's gaze that was so close in front of her face, the rush of his breath gently hitting Linar's face transmitted a rapid heartbeat.

"I'm sleepy."

"I want you, Linar." Dean pushed Linar's nape and kissed Linar deeply on the lips not allowing any distance between them. Linar was gently pushed back and Dean's body moved up continuing his fondling. He held Linar's right hand and guided her nape up and open access, kissing Linar's neck aggressively.

Linar could feel the passion and rush but there was a sense of desperation in it that she didn't know who it belonged to but it was clear that the lovemaking was rougher this time with an unusual look in his eyes.

'Is it an apology or sadness? But why?'

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Linar couldn't close her eyes any longer because the thought disturbed her as she looked back at Dean who was already lying on his back. She took a deep breath and let it out, she couldn't believe there would be thoughts like this.

Linar sat herself quietly on the edge of the bed she picked up her husband's charging phone and opened the unlocked screen she stepped away from the bed and sure enough the photo gallery was locked grumpily she returned to the side of the bed where her husband was asleep she took Dean's thumb and identified it on the phone screen and it opened successfully.

Linar continued to search for photos other than her and Dean that filled the screen and she opened file after file and found it!

Linar's chest ached as she gazed at the photo featuring Dean being embraced from the side by a beautiful woman smiling sweetly at the camera with Dean smiling faintly in the background of a female mannequin dress with a large font on the back saying Deraras's Boutique.

Huh.

Linar bit her lip she looked up to stifle the sobs and tears that began to flow not yet satisfied she scrolled the screen, showing the same woman clinging to her husband's arm supported by a table with a Japanese food menu, again the woman smiled sweetly and Dean smiled thinly facing the camera.

As if she wanted to hurt herself again she kept scrolling but she couldn't find any more photos of her and Dean.

Linar gave up, so she decided to send both photos on her mobile phone. 'Ah messaging app' Linar immediately did the same thing to open the messaging app, Linar immediately found Dera's name on the second line, a similar name. She opened it and most of the messages were invitations to meet.

Her eyes narrowed to remember the latest invitation from the woman about the time and place they had promised to meet.

'Still not enough' she sighed to herself.

"Linar