Chapter 95: I'm Tired

After coming out of the hotel, Dr. Maya and Mark quickly made their way to the academic exchange center. Tom and Alex had also arrived. The four of them attended the seminar as usual.

Throughout the event, the person Mark kept thinking about was Grace. Since last night, Grace had not replied to his WhatsApp message. He had no idea what she was up to. Of course, knowing he was in the wrong, Mark didn't ask any further questions.

As usual, the four of them stayed at the seminar until evening. Mark then parted ways with Tom and Alex, and returned to the apartment with Dr. Maya. Dr. Maya didn't make things complicated.

She smiled and said goodbye to Mark before heading upstairs. Mark, on the other hand, went back to his home.

The moment he opened the door, Mark was taken aback. There, behind the door, was Grace's suitcase. Hearing Mark's return, Grace, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen. As usual, she casually held the apron with her hands.

"Dear, you're back?"

Grace greeted Mark with a beaming smile, showing no sign of suspicion about his absence last night. This eased Mark's nervousness a bit, and the excuses he had prepared in advance were left unspoken.

"About this suitcase of yours..."

Mark's attention shifted to the suitcase Grace had placed behind the door.

"Oh..."

Grace nonchalantly replied, "I'm leaving tomorrow, going back home!"

Grace's words made Mark's heart skip a beat. He wondered if she had discovered something about him and Dr. Maya. But that shouldn't be the case!

"Why did you suddenly decide to go back?"

As Mark spoke, he anxiously observed Grace's expression. He thought either Grace had found out about him and Dr. Maya, or she was upset because he hadn't come home last night. But that didn't seem right either. Grace wasn't the type to act this way!

While Mark was puzzled, Grace gave him the answer. She frowned and said, "The school called me yesterday. There's been some issue with John. I have to go back!"

"Okay!"

Hearing that the matter had nothing to do with him, Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He then asked, "What happened to John? Is he still not recovered?"

"The school didn't say much. I'll know once I get back!"

Grace smiled and changed the subject, "Alright, come and have dinner. You must be tired after a day's work, right?"

"Haha, what are we having for dinner today?"

Mark laughed heartily, and the atmosphere returned to its usual rhythm.

In the evening, after freshening up in the bathroom, Mark went back to the bedroom. Grace, already in her pajamas, had fallen asleep. Looking at Grace's graceful silhouette, Mark felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen and quickly got into bed.

Grace was leaving tomorrow. Tonight would be their last night together.

Thinking this, Mark couldn't help but wrap his arms around Grace's slender waist. His arm rubbed against her smooth pajamas, and he inhaled the scent from her neck. At that moment, Grace was facing away from Mark, so he couldn't see the expression on her face.

But he knew she hadn't discovered his affair with Dr. Maya, and she hadn't seen through his "overtime" excuse last night.

Feeling even more excited, Mark reminisced about the thrill of his infidelity while continuing to caress Grace's waist. Not content with that, his hand began to slide upwards along her waist, eventually reaching her full breasts.

Men have an innate fascination with women's breasts. Although Mark had touched both Dr. Maya's and Grace's breasts countless times, he couldn't control his hands whenever he was with them.

As his palm moved upwards, Mark finally managed to slip his hand inside Grace's pajama collar and grasped her plump, 36D breasts. It was the familiar sensation he knew so well. The moment he held them, the softness and the feeling of give made him sigh with satisfaction. He then began to gently knead them.

Grace's breasts were large and soft, with a great texture. As Mark touched them, he lightly breathed on her neck. Mark knew that the neck is an extremely sensitive area for both men and women, and it can also intensify one's desire.

With Mark's breath on her neck and the small actions of his fingers rolling her nipples, it didn't take long for Grace's breathing to become heavy, and her pink nipples began to harden.

Mark knew that Grace was aroused, and he couldn't help but move his hand downwards. But just as he was about to do so, she suddenly grabbed his hand.

Facing away from him, Grace's voice was very calm.

"Dear, I'm tired. Let's not do it tonight, okay?"

Grace's words made Mark hesitate for a moment. But then he let go and said to Grace, "Alright, you should get some rest. You have an early flight tomorrow!"

As he spoke, Mark placed his hand back on Grace's breasts. If they couldn't make love, at least he could touch them, right?

Naive Mark didn't consider what his wife had gone through that night when he was with Dr. Maya in the hotel room...

The night passed without incident. The next day, as the sky cleared and the sun rose high, Grace and Mark got up early. After having breakfast, Mark sent a WhatsApp message to Dr. Maya, then called a taxi to take Grace to the airport.

Like most couples, they lingered in the departure lounge, giving each other reluctant instructions. Throughout the entire time, Grace didn't show any signs that would make Mark suspicious. He thought he had acted well enough to not arouse her suspicion.

In fact, it wasn't until later that Mark found out that Grace had been hiding her emotions all along, pretending to be unaware. She was afraid that if the affair between Mark and Dr. Maya was revealed, their marriage would come to an end. Grace couldn't bear it, and actually, neither could Mark.

They were like the Smiths who hadn't yet discovered each other's secrets, both deeply concealing their own. They were just afraid that if the other found out, it would cause irreparable harm.

But what they didn't know was that the damage had already begun and was beyond repair from the moment they took that first step...

Watching Grace board the plane, Mark turned and got back into the car. With a complex mix of reluctance and longing for Grace, he left the airport.

Grace, on the plane, sat down by the window. When she saw Mark's WhatsApp message wishing her a safe journey, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. They burst forth, streaming down her fair cheeks.

Of course, Mark would never see this. He had no idea that the moment he left the airport, Grace could no longer contain herself. She cried, took off her ring, and tossed it onto the table, then sobbed silently.

Although Grace didn't cry out loud like most women hurt by love, her silent sobs, with her shoulders shaking, were even more heart-wrenching.

After a while, the girl sitting next to her reached out and patted Grace's shoulder, offering her a tissue.

"Thank you!"

Grace took the tissue, wiped her tears, and replied with a forced smile.

If Mark had been there, he would have been astonished. The girl sitting next to Grace, handing her the tissue, was the same girl he had accidentally bumped into at the airport entrance when he was rushing to catch his flight.

She was a girl with a classical and elegant beauty, whose looks were on par with Dr. Maya and Grace!

"Whats wrong? Heartbroken?"

The woman glanced at the ring Grace had dropped on the airplane seat and picked it up solemnly. She pried open Grace's palm and placed the ring back in her hand.

"Actually... I've been hurt by love too, just like you. But... after all these years, I've come to regret it. I had planned to leave the US and live in Germany, but less than half a year later, I'm now considering going back... to reclaim my love!"

As she spoke, a sense of sorrow similar to Grace's appeared in the woman's eyes. But soon, this sorrow was replaced by nostalgia.

"If... if you still love him, try to forgive him. After all, you're married. Sometimes, some mistakes can be forgiven over time!"

"My name's Emily... and yours?"