In the morning, Ethan woke up when he heard his alarm go off for the fifth time, he looked up at the ceiling of his room with his hands still hugging Luna's favorite nightgown. Yes! Last night the burly man had difficulty sleeping, so he hugged his wife's negligee as a longing cure.
Ethan was silent with the memory of how Luna used to ignore him, didn't see him as a husband, then always blamed him. The image seemed to wander in his mind.
"This feels like the first time, even more. five months of being in the marriage with constant neglect, I can be patient. I should be patient right now."
Ethan convinced himself to continue to be patient in dealing with Luna's increasingly uncomfortable attitude. ah, let alone comfortable, he even felt that he was not considered anymore, considering that last night he came after being scolded.
