After listening to people praise Charis all day long, Janet returned home with a heavy heart. Ethan was busy cooking in the kitchen when he heard Janet come in. He walked to the living room whilst stirring the egg in the custard bowl.
He looked up at her and asked, “What would you like to have tonight? Shall I make some pasta?”
Janet put down her bag and glanced at him. He was wearing a gray shirt and a pair of slippers. An old apron clung to his torso. He looked like a family man. Janet didn’t know where he learned to cook and be the best partner who looked after his wife. Instead of feeling lucky, a pang of unease settled in her heart. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had cooked for anyone else before and looked at another woman the same way he looked at her, which always made her weak in the knees. Perhaps he had treated Charis the same way in the past.
The multitude of thoughts wrecked Janet’s peace at once.
She glared at Ethan and opened the bedroom door. “Cook whatever you want because you’re going to eat by yourself.”
With that, she slammed the door, Ethan stood there, staring at the closed door.
He knew that Charis’ arrival might have ignited her jealousy. Ethan hoped that Janet would get jealous because it meant she cared about him. At first, he liked it; she looked adorable. However, the jealousy had turned into something vicious, separating them. Ethan couldn’t take it anymore. He felt depressed. He walked to the door, hoping to explain to Janet that he and Charis weren’t close. However, Ethan had already made it clear before. Mentioning it over and over again would only make it seem like he was trying to hide something from her.
Therefore, Ethan chose to remain silent. He couldn’t tell Janet that Charis liked him because it would only amplify her insecurity. The situation was a tricky path to tread. The weather gradually turned cold at night.
She spun around and saw a car darting toward her. Janet had no time to dodge. She fell to the ground in fear,
Fortunately, the car skidded to a halt a couple of inches in front of her. Just as she was about to get up, she saw a hand reaching out to her.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I was on the phone and didn’t notice you in front of me. Are you hurt?”
Janet was still in a state of shock. She looked up and saw a man examining her with concern. He was a handsome man who seemed to be able to effortlessly win women’s hearts with his mere looks.
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