𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑲𝑺

Thirty four

Hello my ♥️ers, if you have already taken the time to read chapter 34, I kindly ask that you forget about it. I have removed that chapter for various reasons, and as a result, it will no longer be part of the narrative. Instead, here is the revised chapter 34. Thank you for your understanding and your continued interest in the story.











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The atmosphere in the house was thick with tension. Singto stood in the dining room, surrounded by plates of untouched food that he had prepared even after knowing it won't be touched. Each dish a silent testament to his efforts to mend what was broken. As he began to clear the table, tears slipped silently down his cheeks, tracing paths of despair on his face. His heart felt like an anchor, dragging him down into an ocean of sadness that threatened to engulf him.

The weight of his emotions became too much to bear. And so, he abandoned the remnants of the meals and stormed into the living room, his heart racing with a mix of anger and desperation. There, slouched comfortably on the sofa, was Krist, seemingly lost in the world of his phone. The glow of the screen illuminated his face.

"Two months!" Singto exploded, the words bursting forth like a dam breaking under pressure. In one swift motion, he snatched the phone from Krist's hands, sending it flying across the room. It collided with the wall before tumbling to the floor, a tragic echo of the discord between them. "Two whole damn months! You haven't said a single word to me. You don't touch the food I cook, you refuse to wear the outfits I pick for you, you don't touch me your own husband. And you avoid me as if I'm some kind of sculpture—something to be ignored, something invisible. But you don't want to let me go. Why, Krist? Why are you doing this to me?"

His voice cracked, and a fresh wave of tears spilled down his cheeks. "I know I messed up. I know what I did was wrong, but I swear I didn't know that Grandma was in trouble. I didn't know! Please, Krist, talk to me. I'm begging you. I lost my father too! You think you're the only one who suffered in that incident? I lost someone I loved just as much as you did."

Singto dropped to the floor, his legs crossed beneath him, his chest heaving with sobs. He looked up at Krist, who remained seated on the sofa, his expression unreadable. "Please, Krist. I'm tired of this. I feel like a prisoner in my own home. Just take me out, even if it's just for a little while. I can't breathe in here anymore."

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the soft patter of Singto's tears hitting the floor. Krist finally looked up, his gaze piercing through the haze of his phone-induced disconnection. There was a flicker of something—perhaps empathy, perhaps guilt—crossing his face.

Krist gently pulled Singto off the floor, cradling him in his strong arms and guiding him to sit in his lap. He tenderly wiped the tears from Singto's face, his heart aching at the sight of the pain reflected in those beautiful, teary eyes. As his fingers traced the curve of Singto's stomach, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against it, a gesture filled with love and longing. Looking up, he found himself lost in the depths of Singto's gaze, which held a mix of hurt and vulnerability.

"As much as I want to stay angry at you forever, I just can't bring myself to do it," Krist confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "It kills me that I can't hold onto that anger because no matter what, I love you. I love you so damn much, Singto." His hand continued to caress Singto's stomach, while his other hand gently brushed away the tears that continued to fall from his lover's eyes.

A small, shaky smile broke through Singto's tears. "I love you too, Krist, more than words can say. I'm truly sorry for what happened to your granny. If only I could turn back time, if only I could take her place—"

Before he could finish his word, Krist's hand gripped the back of Singto's neck, pulling him down for a heated kiss. Their lips collided passionately, Krist dominating the kiss as he poured all of his pent-up emotions into it. Singto melted into the kiss, his body responding to the intensity as they both moaned softly, the sound echoing in the intimate space around them.

"Lie back," Krist commanded in a sultry whisper, guiding Singto down onto the couch. He hovered over him, kissing him mercilessly, each kiss igniting a fire within Singto. Krist's hands roamed over Singto's smooth legs, exploring every inch of him.

"I'm going to take you right here and now," Krist murmured into Singto's ear, his voice low and filled with desire. The words sent shivers down Singto's spine, causing him to blush fiercely.

"Yes, take me, Daddy. I'm all yours," Singto breathed, the heat of his words making Krist's heart race. The way Singto surrendered himself so completely drove Krist wild.

With a swift motion, Krist grabbed the oversized shirt Singto was wearing, ripping it open and scattering buttons across the floor.

Singto gasped, his eyes wide with surprise as he threw his head back, overwhelmed by the sensation of Krist pushing deep inside him.

"Look at you," Krist said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he began to move. "So beautiful and needy. I've missed this—missed you—so damn much. You're going to feel every bit of it."

Singto whimpered softly, both from pleasure and the mix of emotions that washed over him. "Krist, please... I can't handle it," he gasped, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

"I'm just getting started," Krist replied, his voice dripping with seduction. "You're going to scream my name, and I want everyone to know how much you love it."
As the intensity built between them, Singto found himself crying out in a mix of pleasure and passion, his body arching and responding to Krist's every move.

Later, as Krist held Singto close in his arms, he dropped gentle kisses on Singto's hair, whispering sweet nothings. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to go rough on you, but I've missed you so much over these last two months. I just couldn't help myself."

Singto looked up, his eyes glistening with tears, but this time they were tears of joy. "I missed you too, Krist. I never want to be apart again."

The warmth of their embrace wrapped around them, sealing their connection to eachother

Knott stood before krist, in krist's compound. Knott survived the accident. He was saved by an old woman who lived alone in the woods. This woman, whom some called a recluse, had chosen a solitary life amidst the tranquility of nature. That day, as she ventured into the woods in search of firewood, she stumbled upon a shocking sight. There, behind a flowing river, lay a lifeless body covered in blood. It was Knott, battered and broken from the accident.

Overwhelmed with compassion, the woman's heart couldn't bear the thought of leaving Knott there without doing something. She knew that she had to intervene, to offer him a chance at survival. With great determination, she took Knott to her humble abode, and began tending to his wounds.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the old woman tirelessly cared for Knott, nursing him back to health. She cleaned his wounds, fed him nourishing meals, and provided him with the essential comfort he needed for recovery. Through her unwavering dedication, the old woman instilled hope in Knott's heart, reminding him that life still had purpose and meaning.

Once Knott had fully recovered, he expressed his deep gratitude to the old woman for her selflessness and kindness before finding his way back to Krist and off.

"The new gateman will be here in the evening sir. Knott had informed krist who nodded in understanding.