Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 20

Ethan wasn't embarrassed at all, nodding with a straight face. He didn’t want to leave a bad impression on his new wife, so he stood up.

Having a man by her side, even her husband, made Ines uneasy. She couldn’t sort out her private stuff in front of him.

Ethan noticed her discomfort and decided to give her some space, "Are you hungry? I'll go make you something to eat."

Ines nodded eagerly, "Yes, I'm starving."

As soon as Ethan left the room, there was a loud "bang" from behind. He shook his head and laughed, looking at the closed door.

It was the first time he thought that having such a cute person at home would make life quite interesting.

Ines held her face. The heat lingered on her cheeks. She couldn't imagine this man helping her sort through her stuff. She scratched her head, annoyed at herself for being too careless and leaving her private belongings on top.

Ines took a while to calm down and then began sorting through her things.

Ethan's wardrobe was huge, but he only had a few clothes. He occupied only a third of the space. Most of them were dark-colored uniforms, with only a few casual outfits.

It took Ines more than ten minutes to finish organizing her stuff. She stared blankly at their neatly hung clothes side by side.

Ethan hadn't been home for half a month, so there wasn't much in the fridge. He could only make a simple pasta.

"We don't have much food at home, so let's just make do with this for lunch. We'll go to the supermarket this afternoon to buy some groceries."

Ines was still embarrassed about the earlier incident. She kept her head down and picked at the pasta in her plate absentmindedly.

After a long moment of silence, Ethan asked, "Izzy, what are you thinking about? Did you hear me talking to you?"

Ines looked up blankly, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"Is the pasta good?" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"There's too much, I can't finish it, and it's too sour," Ines blurted out, then realized her words were a bit inappropriate. He had made an effort to cook her a meal, and she was being picky, which wasn't right.

"No worries."

Ethan casually grabbed Ines' plate, took some pasta from her plate, placed it on his, and then poured most of her sauce into his bowl. He did this carefully, seemingly unaware of the intimacy of the action, "I haven't started eating yet, so it shouldn't be too sour now."

Ines watched him, feeling a wave of emotions well up inside her. In today's society, very few people would accept eating someone else's food, except those in intimate relationships. They hadn't reached that level yet.

They were husband and wife, but were still strangers because it was a rushed marriage.

"Um, Ethan, I've already eaten from it."

Ethan just smiled, "I don't mind. Hurry up and eat." He then started eating enthusiastically; he didn't mind.

He ate gracefully, which was very pleasing to the eye.