About ten minutes later, the sound of footsteps was heard, followed by the sound of washing in the bathroom.
Why didn't she take a bath and go to bed but stare at me?
Was it because I didn't wait for her in the living room as before, and then angrily questioned and argued with her while holding the photos on my phone?
I couldn't figure it out and fell into a deep sleep again.
The next day, I woke up and went straight to work.
I was immersed in work all day and had no time to check my phone.
It was not until lunch break that I saw a message from Stella: [Why didn't you make breakfast for me?]
The doctor said that during the pregnancy preparation period, Stella's diet should be handled very carefully. To let Stella eat less outside, I cooked three meals a day for her.
I slept so comfortably last night that I was too lazy to cook this morning.
[Where are you?]
She sent another message.
I suddenly remembered that in the past, I should have been carrying a thermos and squeezed on the bus to bring her lunch at this time.
[Sorry, I'm too busy at work. Please order takeout. ]
As soon as the message was sent, a call came in.
The first thing she said was, "Are you angry?"
I did not know how to answer.
Any man would be angry if his wife met another man at his birthday party.
But I was very calm last night, so I just responded vaguely.
She sneered.
"Stephan, as a man, you should be generous. I sent him home because he had a high fever last night. Don't think too much.
"And tonight I want to eat steak."
After saying that, she hung up the phone without waiting for my response.
It turned out that she was not calling me to explain, but to order food.
I didn't cook for her that night because I had an emergency meeting that lasted until ten o'clock.
When I got home after buying food, Stella glared at me with her arms folded across her chest.
"What kind of meeting would take so long?"
Her words were full of questioning and distrust as if I had been cheating on her.
I didn't apologize as I planned to because of her words. I wanted to refute her, but after thinking about it, I knew, if I said it, we would have another long argument tonight.
I felt tired, so I just shut up and went to the kitchen.
She wasn't going to give up but followed me.
"Why don't you speak? Did you cheat on me?! Stephan, how can you do this to me?"
I put down the food and asked my colleagues to send me the meeting minutes and photos.