"Oops!" Wendy, who had followed me into the study, exclaimed. Her cheeks flushed. "H-how is this still in the study?"
Jonathan glanced at me, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "Forgot to clean up."
I lowered my head, suddenly recalling the first year of our marriage when I had secretly placed a homemade lunchbox on his study desk.
He had returned that day in a furious rage, saying I had dirtied his study.
But now, Wendy's girl juice was smeared across his desk and all he did was smile indulgently.
Wendy playfully nudged his shoulder with a feigned annoyance. Jonathan chuckled, then as if a thought struck him, he suddenly asked me, "Daphne, what were you doing suddenly barging into my study?"
"Getting my safe deposit box that I left here."
I lifted the small box in my hand. It held my and Jonathan's marriage certificate and our household registration book.
But he had clearly forgotten about it, his brow furrowed as he pressed.
"What did you put in there? You've been acting strangely lately. Did you buy something behind my back?"
Jonathan walked over and snatched the safe deposit box from me.
Faced with the combination lock, he was clueless. He narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze threatening.