Ethan put down his phone and lay on the sofa. He was lost in thought for a long time before he dozed off.
The sound of cooking utensils clunking together in the kitchen woke him up the next morning.
He stood up and stretched his body. While yawning, he looked at the kitchen with misty eyes.
A woman was standing there in a thin and long white dress that covered her legs down to her ankles. He stared at her in a daze for a long time. "Ethan, don't stand here. You're in my way," Janet said in a lukewarm tone, blinking her big watery eyes.
Ethan cleared his throat and made way for her. Scratching his head, he asked, "Do you need my help with anything?"
"No, I don't need any help. I'm not making breakfast for you. If you are hungry, you can eat out," she replied with a poker face.
'Humph! You have no feelings for me, but you have been eating all the delicious breakfast I made. I'm not your maid, so don't expect any more meals from me!' she thought to herself.
Janet walked to the fridge and took out two eggs. The oil sizzled in the pan as she cracked the eggs. Shortly after she drizzled some black pepper on her fried eggs, a pleasant aroma filled the kitchen. Ethan took a deep breath and his shoulders slouched. Without uttering a word, he sulkily went to the bathroom to freshen up.
He was naturally not a romantic man, so he didn't know the sweet words to say or the best gift to get her. 'She's still angry with me. What do I do now?' he pondered while brushing his teeth.
An idea suddenly popped up in his head when he spat out the foam in his mouth. He smiled faintly, staring at his image in the mirror.
When he returned to the living room, he saw that Janet was eating breakfast slowly. She didn't even look up at him, as if he was invisible. "Are you free this weekend? There's a part-time job that pays this much. Are you interested?" As Ethan spoke, he pulled out the chair beside her and sat down slowly.
Janet swallowed the bread in her mouth quickly when she saw him open up all five fingers of his right hand. With her eyes opened wide, she asked, "Five grand?"
Since they had been married for some time, Ethan knew a little about her. She loved making money. A job offer that paid that much was something she could never refuse.
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