His breathing quickened, chest rising and falling with frustration. "Ella, never thought you’d show up at the seminar, so I certainly couldn't have known the other person hit by the object was you. You followed me without telling me—I haven't even blamed you for that. But that still doesn’t justify you hurting Sarah!"
But she didn't even move, still turning her back to him.
“What do you want me to do?" he demanded. "I've been incredibly busy lately. I visited Sarah only because we have an experiment requiring both of us to complete it. I was worried her hand might affect the experiment—that's all. You're the one jumping to all sorts of conclusions. Not only are you not helping me, you're making things worse!”
Just when he wanted to say something, Ella turned and sat up.
Her eyes were as still as stagnant water when she looked at him. “Are you done? If so, leave. I want to rest.”
The glimmer of hope that had just flickered in his eyes instantly dimmed.
Watching her cold, indifferent back, Danny felt a growing sense of unease in his heart, as if something was slowly slipping beyond his grasp.
But he quickly reassured himself that they had been married for so many years, so it was impossible for Ella to leave him. She was only like this now because she was still angry; as long as he coaxed her, everything would definitely be fine.
With this thought, he calmed a bit. “Then have a good rest. I'll come see you again tomorrow.”
A flash of sarcasm flickered in Ella's eyes at his words and she curled her lips in disdain.
What she hadn’t expected was that he actually brought her a bowl of soup the next day at noon. She frowned, but he urged her, “Drink up. I simmered it for ages.”
Hearing his words, Ella raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing her mind.
Since their marriage, Danny had scarcely set foot in the kitchen. Yet this time, he’d personally make the soup.
Half-doubting, half-believing, Ella lifted the lid. The moment her eyes met the contents, she froze in place.
At that moment, her phone chimed. She looked down and saw a message from Sarah. [My favorite carrot and bone broth soup! I made him stew it himself last night. Do you think it's delicious?]
Boom!
The word hit her like a bolt from the blue. Ella's hand, which was holding the bowl, shook uncontrollably.
Seeing something was wrong with her, Danny asked, "What's wrong with you, Ella?"