Have I Told You Lately

Kenneth rolled his sleeve up, showing his lean arm. “I’ll make the dinner.”

“Here’s the apron.” Rachel tipped her toes and took the apron from the shelf. She spread it out, wanted to help him put it on. “Your shirt is white in color; it would be difficult to clean if there’s oil stain.”

Kenneth gave her a glimpse and turned around, Rachel then quickly put the apron on him.

As both of them were doing the house chores, they chose a bigger size when buying the apron. Although he was tall, it was still amusing to see him wearing this piece of cloth.

Rachel did not leave the kitchen but stayed at the entrance watching him bustling around instead. For a man displaying elegance, it was still pleasant to watch him doing these kinds of chores. “Well, why did you come back today?”

Although during their marriage they had agreed that unless Kenneth needed to go for a business trip, he must go home every weekend, yet she thought he would not come back when he had done so yesterday.

Kenneth was busy washing the vegetables and did not turn his head back. “It’s weekend.”

“Oh.” Rachel’s eyes dimmed.

Of course, if not for the agreement on contract, it turned out that he would not come back even if it was his own apartment.

“Was there anything you wanted to talk to me on phone this morning?” Kenneth asked. He explained, “It’s my assistant who picked up the call and she told me someone’s looking for me. I realized it’s you when I check my phone.”

Assistant?

would

why he did not save her

browsed through Weibo listlessly and felt anxious after a

searching ‘why my husband did not save my number’, ‘husband’s assistant being affectionate

careful’, and ‘check your husband’s phone to gather evidence for divorce to get more money

out from

Rachel hurriedly

Rachel peeked frequently at Kenneth with a complicated look yet she did

and went back to their

the room after putting on her mask. He slept with his back facing her, and Rachel felt that there was a

were fixed at his phone placed on the bedside cabinet. She stood there for a long time and finally could

password when she used his phone to

the password, Rachel browsed his mails which mostly concerned his work and was barely understandable to her. Her breathing stopped when she browsed

a read message with only a few words: Ken, thank you for today. I’ll treat

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