Even in the bedroom, he insisted on multiple layers of protection. Three years of marriage, and we still hadn't been able to have a child.
I pushed the door open and walked in, my eyes fixed on the empty bowl in front of him.
"Was it good?"
The tenderness in Bruno's eyes dissolved into panic.
"Honey."
"Ellie couldn't finish all that rice, and I didn't want it to go to waste, so I helped her out. Don't overthink it."
"I thought you said you were working late tonight. Finished already?"
"There were some last-minute changes on the project, so we didn't need to push through after all."
"Mrs. Matthews, you've never worked a day in your life. Last-minute changes on projects happen all the time."
I turned to Ellie. "Did I ask you? Keep your mouth shut."
Ellie's face crumpled into a look of wounded innocence.
Bruno grabbed my hand. "Come on, honey. The girl was hungry, so I took her out for a bite. We're just work partners. Don't scare her."
Ellie tugged gently at Bruno's sleeve. "Mr. Matthews, I'm full. Could you drive me home? It's hard to get an Uber at this hour."
Bruno looked at me. "Honey, you're not upset, are you? How about I drop Ellie off first?"
"Go ahead."