Suddenly, Brody tightly held her in his arms and said in a low voice, "Will you be an obedient girl in the
future?"
"Okay." With a dull look on her face, Tracy hummed in a low voice.
Seeing this, Brody didn't get angry. He held her in his arms tightly and rubbed her hair, "You should
have said this earlier."
She rested her head against his strong chest, silently shedding tears.
She bit her lips and held back her sadness.
"I'm too busy. Have a rest first!"
Brody pushed her away, pressed her down on the bed and walked out of the room with a poker face.
In the following days, as she said, Tracy became more obedient. When he asked her something, she
answered; when he wanted her to smile, she just pretended to be happy in front of him.
Brody, on the other hand, didn't talk much in front of her. He just forced her to smile occasionally.
She would do whatever he asked.
Time passed quickly and peacefully.
They didn't quarrel with each other anymore, but sometimes, Tracy still provoked Brody.
One time, after taking a bath in the evening, Tracy got tired and went to bed early.
Once again, Brody came home very early.
Somehow, he pounced on her.
She was half asleep with her eyes closed. She was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Brody.
But when she recognized it was him, she was relieved and kissed back without any expression.
However, even though she seemed to be enthusiastic, deep inside her heart, she still felt estranged
and cold to him.
He could feel that, so he stopped, pushed her on the bed, pressed her tightly, and angrily pinched her
chin. "You can refuse if you don't want to!"
A smile appeared on Tracy's expressionless face, but her smile didn't reach the bottom of her eyes.
"I'm still young. I just don't want a child!"
Tracy stared at Brody with her clear eyes. After being stunned for half a minute, Brody saw her serious
expression and earnest attitude, so he believed what she said.
He preferred that Tracy kept him at a distance because she didn't want to have a baby.
Then, he rested his eyes on her in confusion. Suddenly she giggled and put her arms around his neck.
"I don't want a child. I'm too young. A normal woman will get married in her thirties."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and said seriously.
Depressed Brody was amused by her sweet look.
"Okay, not now!" He nodded and lowered his head to kiss her.
Tracy didn't avoid his kiss, but the disgust was obvious in her eyes.
It never occurred to her that Brody would agree to her request so soon.
Later, they still didn't talk much and Tracy didn't go against Brody.
She was obedient. She did whatever he asked.
Such a family was very harmonious, but there was no trace of happiness.
Sometimes, Brody got angry. Perhaps it was because the family life was too calm that he felt
depressed and suffocated, or perhaps it was because of the estrangement from Tracy.
Every time he questioned her, she would always greet him with a smile on her face, and everything
seemed very ordinary.
Nothing was wrong with living a quiet life.
Then, Brody stopped trying to get close to her. With a cold face, he didn't talk much to her.
They lived together like neighbors.
This was how they got along with each other. One year passed, and another year came.
She couldn't even imagine they had lived together for another year, and they had been married for
more than two years.
However, as time went by, Brody was tortured for a long time. He felt that they were familiar and
strange, intimate and alienated.
It was in June, and the noon was scorching. As a matter of fact, Tracy had never been used to taking a
nap in summer, so she was now sitting under a tree in the garden, enjoying the cool breeze and shade.
She sat on a smooth stone bench, with two arms on her knees and her cheek pressed closely to her
arms.
A gust of cold wind blew over, and Tracy closed her eyes, resting her head on her arms.
In a trance, she felt that there seemed to be something beside her.
She opened her eyes in a daze. When she saw the huge figure in front of her, she was shocked.
Perhaps it was too hot, he was wearing only a white half sleeve shirt, clean and neat, and meticulous.
At the same time, his face became more handsome.
But she still felt there was something wrong with his outstanding facial features.
His face was so cold.
The moment he stood there, Tracy sensed the pressure from him.
She stared at him without saying a word, but felt a little sad.
What was he doing?
"I'm enjoying the cool breeze. Don't you take a nap?"
She looked up at him and said lightly.
He frowned and stared at her calm and indifferent face.
It seemed that it was not the expression he wanted.
According to her temperament, she should have stood up angrily to refute him, but not to talk to him so
calmly.
He didn't dare to imagine that they had got along so indifferently for one year.
Brody didn't say a word. He locked his eyes on her face and looked at her.
She stood up with her hair disheveled by the wind. Stretching out her arms to pull out the hairpin from
her hair, she began to comb her hair.
As for the appearance of Brody, she had no expression except for a moment of astonishment at the
beginning.
"The wind is rising. Although it's hot, it's easy to get cold. I have to go back now!"
She raised her eyes and said to him coldly. Then she turned around and the wind blew the hem of her
dress.
"Come back!" Brody said briefly. His voice was low but irresistible.
Tracy stopped and turned around to look at him with a serene gaze.
"What's wrong?" She looked at him doubtfully.
Brody frowned and pursed his lips into a line.
He frowned and took a step forward. His tall body immediately blocked her sight.
Raising her head, Tracy stared at him without a blink.
She looked innocent and confused, which made him even angrier.
He knew she did it on purpose, but he could do nothing about it.
He had been there for the whole year.
Brody lowered his head and fixed his eyes on her face, "What's on your mind, Tracy? Tell me!"
After a short pause, she looked at him confusedly and asked, "What do you mean? I don't understand."
Brody was pissed off. His big hand suddenly angrily grasped her wrist.
"Stop pretending!" He growled.
With her brows tightly knitted, Tracy struggled to free her wrists from his grip. She looked at him with an
innocent and confused look on her face. "What do you want to say?"
Her voice was very calm and she didn't seem to quarrel with him. But she knew that this was the first
time she had conflict with him in more than a year!
Actually it was not a conflict. After all, he just yelled at her.
"Don't play innocent!"
He growled angrily, holding her wrist more tightly.
"Ouch... Let go of me!" With a twisted face, Tracy frowned.
Her reaction made Brody more angry. He thought she would be angry, but she still remained calm.
"Brody, it really hurts..."
She struggled hard to free herself from his big hands for a long time, but she failed. Despite this, she
said calmly.
As the other hand of Brody touched her face, his eyes suddenly became cold. "Do you still have any
hope in your heart? Which man do you miss? "
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