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.

fridge and took 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

a deep breath and his shoulders slouched. Without uttering

know the sweet words to say or the best gift to get her. ‘She’s still angry with me. What do I do now?’ he pondered while

out the foam in his mouth. He smiled faintly, staring

the living room, he saw that Janet was eating breakfast slowly. She didn’t

that pays this much. Are you interested?” As

saw him open up all five fingers of his right hand. With

little about her. She loved making money. A job offer that

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 it?” she finally

and took a bite. “Well, it’s a painting job. The owner of the convenience store where I work is

paintings. Although she majored in fashion design, painting was one of her foundational

that he 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

Just take this as a reward for telling you about the job. Besides, you are my wife. Sharing is caring!” Ethan stuffed the last quarter of the toast into his mouth and

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