He had not put the things back in the room where they were.
There seemed to be something cooking in the kitchen.
He ran in in excitement, bringing out a pot and plates. Cordelia looked at it—it was spaghetti again.
Since they were married half a year ago, he could not cook many dishes. Spaghetti was a big flop.
She forced a smile. She felt happy inside when she saw him sweating but excited. She caressed his neck and fell into his embrace like a kitten. She was indulging in the joy and stability despite the cooking smell on him.
She said softly, “Hubby, remember the time when you couldn’t do anything when we just got married? I’d have to serve you and cook for you when I got home from work.”
He smiled. “Were you annoyed by me?”
“Yes!” Cordelia hit him. “I wanted to strangle you!”
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