Chapter 122

Joshua didn't notice the change in Yasmin. Perhaps he was too busy and couldn't be bothered to observe her. Besides, he had had too much to drink. When he went home after the dinner, he noticed that aside from the light at the door being switched on, the floor lamp in the living room was on, too. The drunk Joshua, who had changed into slippers, felt as though he was floating when he walked to the living room. He saw the lamp next to the couch was still turned on, and the warm light cast upon Queenie. He saw a pillow in her arms. She was holding a hook and a half-done crocheted doll. The yarn had rolled under the coffee table. No one could resist a gentle and beautiful woman like her. Joshua had to admit that Queenie had her own charm. He sat on the couch next to her and pushed her gently. "Queenie, wake up." But Queenie was so tired that she was sleeping soundly. She didn't wake up even after Joshua pushed her. The hook in her hand and the half-done doll fell on the carpet nex