Chapter 213 Cold Case

• Paul's relentless energy seemed boundless as if he were determined to compensate for the mere couple of days I had spent away in Ufrain. Returning home with a surplus of earnings, one might have expected him to rejoice, yet his demeanour betrayed a sense of unease, fixated on perceived slights.
• "Stop leaving me," he murmured, his presence looming over me. Too fatigued to engage in argument, I agreed, allowing him to enfold me in his embrace. "Okay. As soon as you stop draining me of energy," I retorted, words inadvertently inviting further physical exertion as Paul saw fit to add two more gruelling hours of exercise to our regimen.
• The sound of Sylvester's cries echoed through the dimly lit room, but exhaustion rendered me immobile, incapable of even sitting up, let alone attending to our son. It was Paul who tended to his needs, finding comfort and perhaps even delight in the midnight feeding. Yet, amidst the haze of fatigue, thoughts of Paul's eagerness for a second child lingered in the recesses of my mind, a notion fraught with apprehension given our demanding lifestyles.