The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 388

Eventually, she just stopped reaching for the remote altogether.

On the screen, people were playing silly, lighthearted games. He couldn't understand what was supposed to be funny, but he kept watching anyway. After an exhausting day, his brain desperately needed this kind of mindless background noise.

It suddenly occurred to him that maybe she hadn't actually wanted to watch variety shows back then either. Maybe she just realized he was too tightly wound.

When he had first taken over the Harper Group, he used to come home every night looking miserable. She had probably noticed how stressed he was and just wanted him to watch something light to let his brain rest.

She had never explained it, and he had never understood.

At ten o'clock, Garnett turned off the TV, tossed the remote onto the table, and went to take a shower.

In the bathroom, he pressed down on the body wash pump twice, squeezing out the absolute last of the foam.

The bottle was empty. He picked it up and gave it a shake, confirming there was nothing left.

After his shower, he opened the trash can, fully intending to throw the empty bottle away.

But as the bottle hovered over the rim, his hand froze.

She had bought this body wash. After she left, every single thing of hers in this house was slowly disappearing, one use at a time.

He tightened the cap and placed the empty bottle right back on the shower shelf, lining it up perfectly with her toothbrush, her comb, and the half-used tube of hand cream she had left behind.

He was deliberately keeping the house filled with traces of her. The book left face-down on the TV stand, the fuzzy slippers in the shoe cabinet—everything remained exactly where she had left it the day she walked out.

It was like a placebo, a tranquilizer that tricked his brain into thinking she was still here, just temporarily out of the room.

The doorbell rang.

He froze entirely. His heart hammered violently against his ribs before logic could catch up.

Who would come over this late?

Garnett walked over and peered through the peephole.

It wasn't her. It was Sigrid.

Garnett stood behind the door, completely motionless.

Suddenly, his phone started ringing. It was Sigrid.

Garnett stared blankly. She could definitely hear the ringtone from the hallway. She knew he was standing right behind the door, refusing to open it.

Frustrated, Garnett rejected the call and switched his phone to silent.

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