At a fancy restaurant, he was slicing my steak as he asked, “Which wine would you prefer?”
Absently scrolling through my phone, I replied, “You can choose.”
My lack of enthusiasm made his face cloud over just a bit.
“Who are you chatting with?” he pressed.
“No one,” I said.
Even with my reply, he snatched my phone, flipping through it for a moment before turning to me with an unreadable expression. “When did you change your wallpaper?”
After all these years together, my wallpaper had always featured a photo of us. Still, now it displayed a picture of my parents’ little dog.
Worn out by the conversation, I stood up to head to the restroom.
When I returned, Lucian had vanished.
Without warning, the lights dimmed, and a server rolled a cart laden with flowers and a cake toward the next table.
Just then, my phone lit up with a birthday message from the network provider.
As I exited the restaurant, I heard a familiar, sweet voice: “Ah! Lucian, you’re so strong! Push me higher…”
Seated on a swing outside, Ophelia squealed joyfully as Lucian pushed her.
Caught up in her excitement, she lost her balance and fell right into his arms.