Evening.
Rowan rarely came home for dinner.
But I didn’t cook for him..
And I didn’t plan to cook.
He stood there, silently watching me, his gaze like ice.
“Why don’t you eat out,” I said, my tone unnaturally calm. “You love everything outside, don’t you? Women outside, beds outside… everything outside smells better than home.”
His expression changed.
I didn’t know that Rowan had spent the entire day immersed in the good mood of “she bought me a suit.”
“Other people’s wives prepare hot meals waiting for their husbands to come home, and you’re giving me expired food?”
“It’s just tomato pasta. I was going to eat it myself, but you can have it.”
“…Did you forget I never eat tomatoes?” He was angry, his tone ice–cold.
I patted my forehead and said casually, “Oh, I really forgot.”
Rowan’s face had completely darkened. He stared at me for several seconds, as if trying to read some emotion from my face, but I didn’t give him the chance.
With a tense expression, he silently turned and left the kitchen, going upstairs.
I took the tomato pasta to the dining room, casually turned on a comedy show, eating and laughing without restraint.
**Third Person POV:**
Rowan sat alone in his study, feeling increasingly stifled.
The woman who had spent all day running through malls, carefully selecting a suit – how could she change faces the moment she got home?
Even if he hadn’t said in advance that he’d be home for dinner, shouldn’t she have gone out to buy groceries and cook? Even if just for show?
More infuriating – she didn’t even remember his preferences.
He stood up irritably and walked to the walk–in closet, wanting to see what suit she’d picked for him.
After searching around, he found no trace of new clothes.
He was about to go downstairs to ask her when he suddenly stopped at the doorway,
He stood there, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire walk in closet.
…Why were there so few of her things?
**Elara’s POV:**
11 Unnon
Chapter 23
After dinner, I curled up on the sofa.
I opened my chat with Jack, deleting and retyping, typing and deleting. In the end, I sent nothing
What exactly did Garrett Wylder mean?
He gave me measurements but seemed completely indifferent about the suit. Was he playing with me?
an
I couldn’t figure out this big shot’s thoughts, and I didn’t want to waste more energy on it. Apart from this suit with no follow up, our lives should never intersect again.
Footsteps sounded outside.
I immediately closed the chat interface, sat up straight, and put down my curled legs.
As soon as Rowan entered, his tone was ice–cold, like a bucket of ice water thrown at my head: “Where are your clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry
My heart jumped.
He’d discovered it?
