I suddenly remembered that in the past, I should have been carrying a thermos and squeezed on the bus to bring her lunch at this time.
[Sorry, I'm too busy at work. Please order takeout. ]
As soon as the message was sent, a call came in.
The first thing she said was, "Are you angry?"
I did not know how to answer.
Any man would be angry if his wife met another man at his birthday party.
But I was very calm last night, so I just responded vaguely.
She sneered.
"Stephan, as a man, you should be generous. I sent him home because he had a high fever last night. Don't think too much.
"And tonight I want to eat steak."
After saying that, she hung up the phone without waiting for my response.
It turned out that she was not calling me to explain, but to order food.
I didn't cook for her that night because I had an emergency meeting that lasted until ten o'clock.
When I got home after buying food, Stella glared at me with her arms folded across her chest.
"What kind of meeting would take so long?"
Her words were full of questioning and distrust as if I had been cheating on her.