By the time I got home, my whole body was numb from the cold.
I didn't have the appetite for dinner and went straight to soak in a hot bath.
I must have fallen asleep because I was startled awake by the cold water.
I faintly heard the door open, so I got up, put on a robe, and walked out.
My sudden appearance made George jump.
"You're back. Why didn't you turn on the lights?"
I flicked on the light switch, and the bright light shone on his flushed, ruddy face, contrasting starkly with my pale, exhausted appearance.
My stare made him visibly uncomfortable.
"Seems like the traffic really was bad. It's got your blood pumping."
George heard the sarcasm in my voice and sheepishly explained.
"It's probably just that the car heater was turned up too high."
I sneered inwardly. He's really trying to play this off.
What he didn't know was that Mark had forgotten to block me from seeing that post.
I didn't return to the master bedroom. I went straight to the guest room to sleep.
After changing his clothes, George walked in.
"Are you mad because I didn't pick you up?"
Annoyed, I turned my back to him.
"No, it's normal that you couldn't make it with all the traffic today."
George suddenly became irritated.