I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware…”
I chuckled coldly and said, “I have never played any important roles in your life before, so what’s there to be aware of anyway?”
Colton turned red in the face. He tried arguing back and saying, “You’re my wife. You can’t talk about yourself that way.”
“What blood type am I?”
1/3
+25 BONUS
Colton fell silent.
I pulled open the door to the backseat and went in. I was suddenly stabbed by something in the waist and fished out a lipstick.
Colton’s face immediately drained of all its color. He immediately leaned in, snatched it away from my hand, and threw it out of the window. His gaze was evasive as he hurriedly explained, “Darlene must have accidentally left it behind when I sent her to the hospital
last time.
“I didn’t realize that it was there. But she can’t use these things anymore anyway, so…‘
I interrupted Colton. “I don’t care.”
“What?”
“I’ve told you before that whatever happens between the both of you doesn’t concern me any longer. I don’t want to listen to your explanation.”
With that, I closed my eyes. All of a sudden, all was quiet save for Colton’s anxious and heavy breathing.
He was flustered, I could tell. He had seen my reaction and firmly believed that I wasn’t lying.
After going home, I showered and came out with a sheet face mask on my face. Colton was sitting in the dining room, waiting for me.
He then beckoned excitedly at me, waving me over.
“You’ve lost a lot of weight. You need to replenish your body with more nutrients and vitamins. I’ve made some stew. Let’s have dinner together.”
I frowned. “I hate stew. It makes me nauseous.
Colton was stunned.
“I’m sorry. I’ll make something else from scratch.”
He then hurried into the kitchen and got busy very quickly.
This was the very first time I’d ever enjoyed this sort of treatment from him. Colton used to only cook for Darlene. But now, he was falling over himself waiting on me.
However, I didn’t feel happy. The feeling had long disappeared.
Instead of letting things go on like this, I would rather continue picking petty fights with him now so that he’d give up on trying to save our marriage.
The oil fumes got rather chokingly bad in the dining room, so I returned to the living room
at once.
I sat on the couch and noticed a long strand of curly hair.
I pushed open the door to the guest room and found something in the corner of the wardrobe. It was Darlene’s underwear. She probably hadn’t had time to take them with her earlier.
I laughed coldly when I saw these things. I had only been away from home for one night, yet Colton had already happily brought Darlene home for the night.
It was obvious that he was very concerned about Darlene’s baby, and yet, here he was, being all sentimental with me to win my favor.
I went back to the dining room where Colton was just bringing out a plate of pasta.
“I promise that you’ll love my cooking.”
I then threw Darlene’s now tidied–up bag at him.
The plate fell to the ground with a loud crash, shattering to pieces at once.
