Ethan put down his phone and lay on the sofa. He was lost in thought for a long time before he dozed off.

The sound of cooking utensils clunking together in the kitchen woke him up the next morning.

He stood up and stretched his body. While yawning, he looked at the kitchen with misty eyes.

A woman was standing there in a thin and long white dress that covered her legs down to her ankles. He stared at her in a daze for a long time.

“Ethan, don’t stand here. You’re in my way,” Janet said in a lukewarm tone, blinking her big watery eyes.

Ethan cleared his throat and made way for her. Scratching his head, he asked, “Do you need my help with anything?”

“No, I don’t need any help. I’m not making breakfast for you. If you are hungry, you can eat out,” she replied with a poker face.

‘Humph! You have no feelings for me, but you have been eating all the delicious breakfast I made. I’m not your maid, so don’t expect any more meals from me!’ she thought to herself.

out two eggs. The oil sizzled in the pan as she cracked the eggs. Shortly after she drizzled some black pepper on her fried eggs, a pleasant aroma filled the

a deep breath and his shoulders slouched. Without uttering a word, he sulkily went to the bathroom to freshen

not a romantic man, so he didn’t know the sweet words to say or the best gift to get her. ‘She’s still angry with me.

spat out the foam in his mouth. He

Janet was eating breakfast slowly. She didn’t even look up

this weekend? There’s a part-time job that pays this much. Are you interested?”

bread in her mouth quickly when she saw him open up all five fingers of his right hand. With her eyes

a little about her. She loved making money. A

aside the displeasure she felt about his actions last night. She wiped her mouth quickly. Although her expression was still indifferent, her face wasn’t as cold as before. “What kind of part-time job is

painting job. The

she majored in fashion design, painting was one of her foundational courses. Her artistic skills were

had been taking big bites off her toast. She frowned and queried him angrily, “Ethan, I said I didn’t make breakfast for you. Why are

my wife. Sharing is caring!” Ethan stuffed the last quarter of the toast into his mouth and

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