Rekindling Her Affection (Sabrina and Nelson)

Sabrina dialed Nelson's number three times, but there was still no answer.

A sense of helplessness enveloped her. She rested her elbows on her knees and placed her forehead against her clasped hands, trying to calm her emotions.

After three years of marriage, she finally realized that Nelson could be quite difficult to deal with.

She sighed and asked the caregiver, Michelle Jones, to take care of Cheryl, who was asleep, while she went to find Nelson.

Her car smoothly entered Villa No. 6, Windermere Street. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

As Sabrina entered the living room, she saw Nelson.

He was lounging on the beige couch. His face was stern with an unmistakable hint of aggression as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Sabrina noticed his phone was within reach. "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

He glanced at her indifferently and smiled. "Why didn't you reply to my messages?"

Sabrina was speechless. He was holding a grudge.

"How can I get back the brooch?" Sabrina asked, forsaking her dignity, as she had already stooped to come here.

When Nelson heard that, he leaned back while studying her with his hand behind his head. He looked quite pleased.

Dealing with intelligent people was so easy. He didn't need to say anything, and she immediately understood his intention.

But he wondered what she had just done. Her makeup was so smudged that the mole on her face wasn't concealed, and her face was so pale that it was almost transparent. She looked quite pitiful.

"Make me happy first, then we'll talk."

Sabrina stared at him for a moment. "How... do you want to be made happy?"

"What do you think?" he countered as he scrutinized her from head to toe with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

This was the outcome she had anticipated, but when it came time to actually do it, she felt ashamed.

She dropped her coat on the floor and walked up to him.

Nelson's expression remained indifferent, but the slight furrow of his brow indicated his dissatisfaction.

However, Sabrina couldn't bring herself to completely abandon her dignity to please him.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

As time ticked away, just when she felt she couldn't hold on any longer, he leaned in.

Sabrina couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and they rolled down her cheeks.

Nelson gripped her chin. "Why are you crying, sweetheart?"

Sabrina looked at him in disbelief. She sensed a hint of malice and mockery in his smile.

"If you want the brooch, then don't cry," Nelson said.

Sabrina forced back her tears and took a deep breath. "Will you be happy this time?"

That sentence was a mood killer, but she had to make things clear with him. She feared he might change his mind again and say something like, "I never agreed to that."

She used to think he was perfect in every way, but now that she knew him better, she realized Nelson was capable of being capricious.

It was best to clarify things in advance.

Nelson pressed his fingers against her neck, wondering how Sabrina could still be clear-headed despite the situation.