"Ethan, if the food on the table doesn't suit your taste, you can tell me what you want. I'll have someone...”
“It’s fine, I’m not hungry at all.”
As soon as I finished speaking, my phone rang. The caller ID was 10086.
I picked up the phone and walked into the bathroom. As soon as I answered, I heard that person's voice, filled with a pitiful tone, asking, “Ethan, I’ve already arrived at the airport in Haventon, but I didn’t see you. Are you... still unable to let go of her?”
“No, I just ran into some unexpected issues on the road. It caused a delay.”
“What happened? Are you hurt? Send me your location, I’ll come right over...”
Interrupting their overthinking, I simply said…
“I can handle it myself. So, can you wait for me?”
Upon receiving an unhesitating affirmative reply from the other side, I lowered my head, barely touching my lips, when Vivian suddenly barged in without a sound.
“Ethan, who are you hiding in here talking to on the phone?”
I swiftly ended the call, then calmly met her gaze. “A friend.”
A friend? What kind of friend would need to hide from their wife to make a phone call?
Vivian sneered, about to speak and question me, but at that moment, a sudden, thunderous sound rang out from outside the window.
At the sound, Vivian immediately strode toward the VIP ward.
Ever since we got married, whenever she would leave me behind to comfort Jason, who was scared of the thunder, I would throw a fit and refuse to let him go.
But now, halfway down the hall, the woman suddenly realized I hadn’t chased after her. A strange, sour feeling surged in her chest, causing her to instinctively furrow her brows.
However, she didn’t think much of it and simply assumed I was being unexpectedly well-behaved.
As a reward, when I was discharged from the hospital the next day, she wasted no time in dragging me to the shopping mall, allowing me to follow behind her and Jason like a lapdog, accompanying them as they went shopping.
Even though all the sales girls in the mall knew I was Vivian’s legal husband, when they saw her clinging intimately to Jason, they still obsequiously handed the shopping bags to me, thanking me for “honoring” their store with my presence.
As I staggered from the weight of the bags and fell down the escalator, Vivian was in the baby store with Jason, picking out children’s items.