He walked straight over and wrapped his arms around Irene, saying teasingly,
“Irene, you really give off that married-woman vibe. My dream marriage is waking up to see my wife making me breakfast.”
My gaze darkened.
Irene had always treated her skillful hands like precious treasures. Cooking? Out of the question.
Back when we were still together, I once asked her to simply hand me a plate. She immediately gave me a cold glare and snapped, “Are you insane? Why are you wasting my hands on something like that?”
But now that my heart had gone cold toward her, she’s suddenly changed.
Irene quickly stepped out of Henry’s embrace, her tone flustered.
“You’re a grown man. Stop acting like a child.”
Then she turned to me and tried to explain, “It was raining when we landed. We got drenched. I told Henry to go home and change, but he insisted on coming here first to apologize. That’s why I gave him your clothes to wear.”
Henry stuck out his tongue playfully and said to me, “Mr. Carter, I came to say sorry! Yesterday was really just a joke! If it’ll help ease your mind, I’ll go on a blind date this weekend and get married right away. I promise I won’t get in the way of your relationship anymore!”