The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 34: Chapter 34
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Opportunities like this didn't come around often. Worried he might change his mind, I shot to my feet and bowed. "Thank you, Mr. Valentin. I won't let you down—you'll have results as soon as possible."
The conversation was brief, but by the end of it, my shirt was clinging to my back with sweat.
Julian gave me a curt nod, murmured something about business to attend to, settled the bill, and strode out of the café.
Only when he disappeared into the sea of pedestrians did I finally let out the breath I'd been holding.
Thank God he didn't recognize me…
With school nearly over, I arrived early and leaned against the fence outside the kindergarten gates.
I'd enrolled Gavin in a pricey private preschool the day after we moved.
Honestly, Gavin was sharp enough that he didn't need kindergarten for basics—he could already read simple books and count past a hundred. But I wanted him to learn how to navigate the world with other kids, to build the social groundwork for his future. So off he went.
The second the dismissal bell rang, children spilled out of the building like a burst piñata—including my little boy, cheeks pink from running.
The moment he spotted me, his face lit up. "Mommy!" He barreled straight into me, tiny arms locking around my leg. "I missed you so much!"
My heart melted. I scooped him up, kissing his forehead. "I missed you too, baby. Tell me everything—what was the best part of today?"
His eyes sparkled as he waved his hands excitedly. "We played duck-duck-goose, and I made three new friends! Jamie shared his crayons with me!"
Laughing, I adjusted him on my hip as we started the walk home.
We were halfway across the street when a motorcycle suddenly cut in front of us, tires screeching.
I flinched at the noise, instinctively tightening my grip on Gavin. The bike blocked our path, forcing us to stop.
The rider—some guy with the vibe of a guy who thought traffic laws were optional—hopped off, grinning like an idiot. "Whoops! My bad, didn't see you there. You good?"
I forced a tight smile. "We're fine."
His gaze slid past me to Gavin, and his expression shifted—like he'd just spotted a rare treasure. Before I could react, he reached out and tousled Gavin's hair. "Damn, kid, you're adorable."
Every muscle in my body locked. "Don't touch him." My voice dropped to ice.
I shoved Gavin behind me, shielding him with my body as I leveled the guy with a glare that could've peeled paint.
He threw his hands up, still grinning. "Hey, no harm meant! Just saying—cute kid." Swinging back onto his bike, he revved the engine. Even as he sped off, he called over his shoulder, "Seriously, sorry 'bout that!"
I didn't move until his taillights vanished around the corner.
Freak. We hadn't even been here a week, and already I was dealing with weirdos.
What I didn't see was the biker pulling over on a bridge a mile away. He yanked off his helmet, uncurling the hand that had touched Gavin's hair.
A single, glossy black strand lay coiled in his palm.
The conversation was brief, but by the end of it, my shirt was clinging to my back with sweat.
Julian gave me a curt nod, murmured something about business to attend to, settled the bill, and strode out of the café.
Only when he disappeared into the sea of pedestrians did I finally let out the breath I'd been holding.
Thank God he didn't recognize me…
With school nearly over, I arrived early and leaned against the fence outside the kindergarten gates.
I'd enrolled Gavin in a pricey private preschool the day after we moved.
Honestly, Gavin was sharp enough that he didn't need kindergarten for basics—he could already read simple books and count past a hundred. But I wanted him to learn how to navigate the world with other kids, to build the social groundwork for his future. So off he went.
The second the dismissal bell rang, children spilled out of the building like a burst piñata—including my little boy, cheeks pink from running.
The moment he spotted me, his face lit up. "Mommy!" He barreled straight into me, tiny arms locking around my leg. "I missed you so much!"
My heart melted. I scooped him up, kissing his forehead. "I missed you too, baby. Tell me everything—what was the best part of today?"
His eyes sparkled as he waved his hands excitedly. "We played duck-duck-goose, and I made three new friends! Jamie shared his crayons with me!"
Laughing, I adjusted him on my hip as we started the walk home.
We were halfway across the street when a motorcycle suddenly cut in front of us, tires screeching.
I flinched at the noise, instinctively tightening my grip on Gavin. The bike blocked our path, forcing us to stop.
The rider—some guy with the vibe of a guy who thought traffic laws were optional—hopped off, grinning like an idiot. "Whoops! My bad, didn't see you there. You good?"
I forced a tight smile. "We're fine."
His gaze slid past me to Gavin, and his expression shifted—like he'd just spotted a rare treasure. Before I could react, he reached out and tousled Gavin's hair. "Damn, kid, you're adorable."
Every muscle in my body locked. "Don't touch him." My voice dropped to ice.
I shoved Gavin behind me, shielding him with my body as I leveled the guy with a glare that could've peeled paint.
He threw his hands up, still grinning. "Hey, no harm meant! Just saying—cute kid." Swinging back onto his bike, he revved the engine. Even as he sped off, he called over his shoulder, "Seriously, sorry 'bout that!"
I didn't move until his taillights vanished around the corner.
Freak. We hadn't even been here a week, and already I was dealing with weirdos.
What I didn't see was the biker pulling over on a bridge a mile away. He yanked off his helmet, uncurling the hand that had touched Gavin's hair.
A single, glossy black strand lay coiled in his palm.
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