Jonathan's POV
Rollings House
I returned home and saw Veronica was resting on the sofa.
So, I casually sat beside her.
"Nicky, you remember we promised to rebuild our marriage after all that we endured?"
I gently took hold of her hand.
"How about we spend the evening together?"
"No work, no interruptions."
She agreed immediately, but her stiff posture made me uneasy.
I wondered if she was feeling frightened because of the trauma or doesn't feel the same about me anymore.
It had been a month since I held her in my arms, but since she came back, she has been keeping her distance and I didn't want to pressure her as well.
I still took my chance and leaned over, but she pulled herself away.
"Veronica?"
I questioned her as I was about to kiss her, and she didn't get up teasing me, rather avoiding me.
"I need time to recover and adjust so–"
"I'm sorry,"
"I won't come near you unless you tell so,"
I didn't react but I was deeply hurt by her reaction.
