But what Barry didn’t know was that Selah felt a little sad. She thought he would miss her after not seeing her for a while, but his cold treatment right now proved her otherwise.
"Dad! Dad!" Just before the awkward silence stretched a little longer, Ray saved the atmosphere as he rushed back downstairs. "Look, this is my painting."
Barry took it over with a smile before settling on the soft sofa. "Ray, this is awesome! You are such a talented boy!" he praised as his eyes surveyed the painting thoroughly.
"Mommy, come and have a look!" Ray held Selah's hand and pulled her to Barry's side.
"Okay." Sitting next to Barry, Selah said in a low voice, "Ray's painting is so good!"
"Of course, he is my son!" Barry claimed proudly.
"Humph..." Hearing that, Selah protested in a low voice. But when she turned around, her gaze was met with Barry's stare, causing her heart to skip a beat. Nervous, she broke free from his profound gaze and said, "I'll go and check if the food is ready."
She prepared to stand up as she spoke, but Barry was quick enough to grab her hand, pinning her back to her seat.
"Hester is here. Let her do it and just wait here. You haven't come back for half a month. Don't you want to stay a little longer with your son?"
Selah could feel the warmth of his palm against her skin. It was so tingling that her cheeks actually blushed at that sudden touch. "Alright, but let go of my hand first." She conceded and sat back beside him.
"Mommy is shy!" Ray exclaimed as his eyes caught sight of their hands, intertwined together. "Dad, don't let go of Mom's hand!"
"Okay." Barry nodded. That was exactly what he wanted.
Meanwhile, Selah's face t
one. Open the door quickly!"
Selah pursed her lips, trying to calm herself. "Okay, I'll be right out."
Barry snorted and leaned against the door of the bathroom. He heard the sound of running water slowly fading, and the next second, Selah came out with a damped hair and bathrobe wrapped around her.
"Well, you can go in now."
As Barry surveyed her body, a surge of heat gradually filled him. Perhaps because he had just drunk some wine that his libido was quite active tonight.
So, before any perverted thoughts conquered his head, he hurried into the bathroom and quickly took a shower. When he came out, Selah was already reading some bedtime stories to their son.
"Dad, come here!" Ray immediately called him over.
Barry paced to the bed and lay down on it.
Selah's soft voice echoed in the air, making him feel at ease and peaceful.
After a long time, Ray's breathing became even, signaling that the young boy had already fallen asleep. Selah put down the storybook and tucked him under the quilt with a smile. When she turned around, she found that Barry was also fast asleep.
So, quietly, she got out of bed and bent down to look at Barry. She wanted to wake him up after learning that he was still wearing a shirt, but she got absorbed staring at his well-sculpted face.
She traced the outline of his face with her fingers, from his nose, up to his eyes and eyebrows. Selah sighed slightly and prepared to stand up when Barry suddenly opened his eyes.
"Ah!" Utterly shocked, Selah screamed and almost jolted out of bed.
"Shush! Do you want to wake Ray up?" Barry immediately sat up from the bed and grabbed her in his arms. They both fell on the bed.