At the Yarbrough family's home.
Timothy was very happy that day as he just had lunch with his daughter. When he came back, Grace even gave Quinn a silk scarf as a gift in return.
Timothy gave Quinn the silk scarf. She touched it and smiled. She looked at her husband quietly and said, "How thoughtful."
"Yes, she's a good girl," he agreed.
She smiled and asked, "When did you part with Grace?"
"I left after lunch and went to the company." He looked at his watch and said, "I was busy with work until now."
'TH make you something to eat." She quickly went to the kitchen.
"No need." He said, "I have had a meal with the staff in the company."
"You've eaten?" Quinn looked at him and said, "Have some fruits then. I'll cut some for you. The fruits for Grace, there are still a lot left. The children can have a plate each too."
"There is still a lot left?" Timothy was stunned. He rarely went to the kitchen, but he didn't see the fruits earlier either. Why did his wife say that there was more?
"Yes, I bought a lot." She smiled and said, "The children are busy with school so I gave them fruits to supplement their vitamin intake."
"Let the children have it." he shook his head. "You know I don't like to eat fruits."
"Learn to eat them," she said. "You'll suffer from vitamin deficiency if you continue to be like this."
"It's okay, I'll just eat more vegetables." He didn't pay much attention to his diet, "They can supplement me with vitamins too."
Quinn put down the knife in her hand and watched her husband quietly for a moment.
Timothy was surprised to be stared at. "Why are you looking at me?"
"Your habits really make me feel distressed and upset," she sighed, and turned around to wipe her tears.
Seeing his wife's reaction, he was also dazed. He then walked over, gently hugged her from behind, and asked softly, "You're worrying about me again?"
"Go away." She shook her head and denied it. "Who worries about you? You don't even care for yourself. Why would I worry about you?" "You didn't mean what you said, right?" Timothy didn't let go of his wife, but put his arms around her waist, turned her over, and had her face him.
Her eyes were full of tears. She lowered her head and did not look at him.
Timothy wiped her tears with his hands awkwardly, bit by bit.
"You are not young anymore, but you still cry like a little girl." His tone was very gentle, "I really don't know what to do with you."
Quinn tugged at his hand and complained, "Are you complaining that I'm old, or that I'm acting young?"
"Haha, no." He shook his head and laughed brightly, "You are not old. I'm older than you. Look, you are still a young teacher. Unlike me, people call me 'uncle' when I go out."
"They didn't even call you grandpa, and you say you're old." She lifted her face and smiled through tears. "Timothy, how many years have we been married?"
He froze.
Could he reply that he didn't remember?
She looked at him with a stiff expression and questioned, "Don't tell me that you don't even remember how many years we have been married?"
He smiled awkwardly, "Honey, I'm sorry."
She was really speechless.
However, she was not angry. She just sighed, "You just know that I can't do anything to you, so you bully me."
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