Mark smiled fondly and smeared cake on the tip of her nose. “Go change it now! Otherwise, my wife’s going to be angry over her silly jealousy!”
But Carrie was not having it. "Huh? Why? Your wife is always so generous. She's not a petty person like you make her out to be. Besides, having a "husband" in the contact helps me ward off so many creepy suitors—it's such a lifesaver!”
"As a woman, you must understand how much I hate being harassed by jerks, right?”
Mark shot me a glance and answered for me, “Fine, don't change it then. You've been calling me 'husband' for over a decade anyway.”
The two of them tacitly avoided talking about the pregnancy topic, linking my smashing the wine bottle to that nickname.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
David Coleman, the big-mouthed guy, had sobered a bit now. He slickly tried to placate me, "I was just talking nonsense after drinking too much. If you're still mad, take it out on me!”
I smiled and shook my head. “Why would I be mad at you?”
After all, I had to thank him for speaking his mind when drunk, making me notice the unusual dynamic between Mark and Carrie.
Seeing I wasn't upset, everyone instantly relaxed.