“What’s wrong, Ye Ye, you seem down?” Dean immediately sensed Ye Ye’s unusual tone. “Dean, I’m leaving…” “Isn’t it the day after tomorrow?” Dean asked urgently. “No, let’s call off our bet. This game is too dangerous, and it hurts people…” “Are you backing out?” Dean said sharply. “Yes, I am backing out. Because I don’t want to ruin things, because I lack the courage!” “Don’t you not care about my marriage?” “I thought I could not care, but now, when I need you, you’re not here, and suddenly, I find that I care a lot!” Ye Ye confessed honestly. “You need me? What’s wrong, Ye Ye?” Dean sensed Ye Ye’s weakness and asked anxiously. “I… it’s nothing… I’m leaving, Ho, forgive me… I can’t say goodbye…” She resolutely hung up the phone. [From Paris to Rome: Twelve, Mommy and Grandma] Dean stared at the disconnected phone, wanting to call back, but Misha walked in…
Misha, seeing Dean’s complicated gaze, suddenly felt an unprecedented fear. She felt that she was about to lose him… She forced a strained smile: “Darling, let’s go downstairs for lunch. The servants have it ready… Mommy and Grandma are back too!” She knew that their lovemaking would not continue, so she wisely didn’t mention it. Dean looked at Misha; he knew his sudden withdrawal had hurt her, but without love, he chose to continue ignoring Misha’s affection, selfishly enjoying her tolerance. “Let’s go!” He stood up, walking ahead of Misha. This would do for now. Regarding Ye Ye, he knew this was different from his usual flings, so he needed to think carefully about whether he could continue this forbidden game…
