After Leaving My Ex, I Married Happiness

Because Zeke didn't like having strangers in his house, there was no housekeeper in the villa where we lived.

I got up in the morning and made myself breakfast.

Thinking that I would ask Zeke to take me to the company later, I quickly made a sandwich for him and heated a cup of milk.

Just as I was getting ready, I saw Zeke coming downstairs.

Seeing the breakfast I made, he quickened his pace, with full of surprise in his eyes.

"You make it?"

I couldn't help but complain.

"Ghost made it!"

Realizing it was a veiled insult to myself, I saw Zeke smile slightly.

"Oh? Taste very good."

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My cooking abilities were limited, so I guessed a young master like him wouldn't be able to get used to it.

Unexpectedly, Zeke savored the food.

"The sandwich is not bad!"

"If it tastes good, I'll make it for you every day."

Anyway, I was used to making my own breakfast, so it was convenient.

Zeke seemed very happy, with his dimples becoming deeper.

"That's right!"

Because of that statement, I made various breakfast for Zeke.

Regardless of whether it tasted good or not, Zeke accepted it all.

Looking at Zeke's satisfied expression, I gradually began to look forward to making breakfast for him every day.

At 9:00 in the evening, as I looked at the table full of prepared dishes, my stomach growled with hunger.

When Zeke sent me to the company in the morning, he said, "I can get off work early today, and I'll pick you up to go shopping and cook."

I waited from 7 o'clock to 8 o'clock, and then from 8 o'clock to 9 o'clock.

Zeke sent me a message at 6 o'clock saying that he couldn't pick me up and asked me to go back by myself, but then he didn't reply to my messages.

I really couldn't wait any longer.

I prepared to eat.

But there was some noise at the door.

Then Zeke came in, followed by a girl.

She had delicate features in a fluttering white dress, and there a small wound on her pale face, making her look soft and fragile.

Seeing me eating, Zeke frowned.

"Why haven't you eaten yet? No need to wait for me."

Initially I wasn't bothered, but what he said made me a little angry.

Those words suddenly reminded me of Frank.

One night I suddenly developed a slight fever.

I didn't feel particularly uncomfortable, but Sherry cried and demanded that Frank come over.

Before leaving, he said, "Julia, I'll be back soon and then take you to the hospital."

Then I developed a high fever and felt unwell.

Frank didn't come back until 2 a.m.

At that time, he didn't show concern for me at first, but scolded me "Why didn't you go to the hospital first with such a high fever?"

All men were the same.

They didn't remember what they said, but I always believed them like a fool.

I lost my appetite, so I put down my bowl and went upstairs alone.

When I went upstairs, I wanted to break the stairs into pieces.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Zeke knocked on the door.

"Julia, are you asleep?"

I couldn't be bothered to respond.

"If you're not asleep, don't respond."

...

"Then I'll come in."

???!

As he said that, he came in with the food.

I ignored him, but he came up to me with great initiative.

"I was wrong. I've already heated up the food. Please don't starve yourself. You'll be the one who suffers."

I was about to refuse.

But my stomach growled suddenly.

I felt a little embarrassed.

Stomach, you were so disappointing!

Zeke smiled and brought the food to me.

"Look, your stomach is protesting."

Thinking that he was the one who was wrong and I couldn't treat myself badly, so I started eating.

But Zeke didn't leave.

He sat down beside my bed and began to explain.

"When I was about to get off work, Maria called me and told me that her father beat her, so I rushed over but my phone was smashed by her father."

As he said that, he took out his broken phone and showed it to me.

Later I found out that Maria Dick was Zeke's childhood friend, and her father was physically abusive who would beat family at any time.

Childhood friend, huh?

I knew, Frank also had such a childhood friend.

He said she was afraid her father would beat her again if she returned, so she wanted to stay here temporarily and asked me if I had any objections.

I couldn't have any objections. It was just a contractual marriage anyway.

But I didn't know why I always felt a sense of loss in my heart.

I got up in the morning as usual and planned to make breakfast, but when I went downstairs I was shocked.

There was porridge, egg pancakes, fried noodles, corn, and even cut fruits on the table.

Had a fairy godmother visited the house?

"Julia, you're up. Have breakfast first."

Maria came out of the kitchen with a cup of milk in her hand.

Just as I sat down, Zeke also got up and looked at the breakfast with a bit of surprise.

"Julia, how strange! Today's breakfast is so big."

His shocked expression had revealed that how simple my normal cooking was.

"I did not make this!"

I was a little embarrassed. Compared with those, what I had made before was indeed too perfunctory.

"Zeke, I made your favorite porridge. Would you like to try it?"

Maria brought the porridge to Zeke, who tasted it.

"Oh my god, you must know I've been craving for porridge for so long! It still tastes the same as before."

After Zeke finished speaking, he kept drinking porridge again, as if he had never drunk it in his entire life.

"Then I will make it for Zeke every day from now on, okay?"

Her tone was inquiry, but without any doubt.

"Okay, I love such breakfast."

Zeke said while eating.

You just ate! I rolled my eyes silently in my heart.

He was cursing my sandwich in a roundabout way. He could not eat it if he did not want.

They were talking in tacit understanding and I couldn't get a word in.

But I didn't have to get up early to make breakfast anymore.

But somehow, I still felt a little disappointed, and the egg pancake in my hand lost its appeal.

When we went to work, Zeke also took Maria with him.

In the car, Maria recalled every detail of her childhood with Zeke.

Zeke kept smiling gently.

It was a past I had never been a part of.

I looked out the window boredly and suddenly felt a little bored.