I quickly replied, "No need, the subway is really convenient for me."
In the past, I used to rush home after work every day, just to make sure I could cook a warm meal for George before he got off work.
Every morning, I would wake up half an hour earlier than him, just to carefully select his outfit for the day.
Not only that, when he worked from home, I played the role of his assistant—organizing his documents, making coffee, arranging his schedule...
But now, I don't want to spend all my time on him anymore.
After all, I'm quite capable at work, and I've sacrificed too many opportunities for him.
Conveniently, my company recently took on a new project, and they needed someone to lead it.
I volunteered, and even the boss praised me for suddenly becoming more ambitious.
That day, I worked late and took a taxi home after having dinner at the office.
When I entered, I found George sitting on the sofa, smoking with a dark expression.
As soon as he saw me, he extinguished his cigarette and questioned me with resentment.
"What's going on? Why are you so late? Do you know I haven't eaten yet?"
I looked at him without any expression.