He continued scrolling through videos, not even looking up, as he said, "It's just a house; there's no need to put so much effort into it."
Even in nature, male birds help build nests with their partners, but Arthur couldn't manage that.
When it came to Aria, even for something as simple as installing a wardrobe, Arthur insisted on overseeing every detail as if it were some grand project.
I opened my phone and scrolled through Aria's Instagram.
Although the figures were intentionally blurred, I recognized Arthur instantly.
He was wearing the suit I bought at the airport in April while attending an overseas conference.
It was a four-day event that took me across three countries and four cities.
I didn't buy anything for myself; I only brought back a gift for him.
And now, here he was, wearing the suit I bought, busy helping out at Aria's place.
His sharp suit looked so out of place among the workers.
Aria captioned the photo: [It's good you're here.]
I casually liked the post and turned off my screen.
I was getting ready for bed when Arthur came home.
He hugged me from behind, and I stiffened as a sweet, cloying scent washed over me. Instinctively, I took a couple of deep breaths.