Amber's POV

"Lewis, look at how much you let out. That's a lot!"

I stare at the sperm he shot on the refrigerator and exclaim in amazement. But when I look up at his reflection on the refrigerator, I get petrified.

Why does his face turn this gloomy out of the blue?

It's one hundred percent weird. In my memory, every time after we have sex, he would always give me a gentle and affectionate kiss. Maybe he would caress my back with his coarse but comfortable palms. Then we would throw ourselves onto the bed and hold tightly to each other if it's allowed. And when the morning comes, he would watch me get dressed with all those silly smiles on the face...

Instead of putting on such a gloomy face.