Dear Husband, Don't Lie To Me

My heart suddenly softened.

He still remembered it.

It suddenly seemed hard to utter a word.

With such a harmonious atmosphere, discussing such a serious matter might seem too out of place.

During my hesitation, his phone rang several times.

He hung up, but it rang again.

A few days ago, he had rearranged all his work to make up for my birthday.

He seemed very hesitant.

He picked up his phone, wanting to end the call, again and again, only to stop.

Finally, he made a choice.

He pressed the power button to turn off the phone.

It seemed he chose me.

But I couldn't feel any joy.

At that moment, his demeanor became extremely restless.

He urged me to light the candles and cut the cake.

His impatience was burning like a fire in his eyes.

This make-up birthday celebration was turning into a mere formality.

And even his efforts to appease me seemed half-hearted.

My heart sank further.

After he glanced at his watch countless times, I said, "If you have work to do, you should go ahead."

I clutched the perfume tightly as if it could give me strength.

He seemed relieved.

He didn't even offer any polite refusal before getting up quickly from his seat.

"There's a problem with a project in the company. Lucille can't handle it, so I need to go take a look.

"I'll be back soon."

Four hours passed.

He didn't come back.

I carried the cake to his office.

They seemed to have just finished their work. Lucille was packing up documents while sincerely praising, "Mr. Clarke, you're amazing. How do you know everything?

"Thanks to you today, or I would have been in tears from anxiety."

Jaidyn was in high spirits, his smile carrying a hint of affection.

He patted her head. "Little girl, you have a long way to go."

Noticing my gaze, he looked over, and upon seeing me, he froze and withdrew his hand awkwardly.

Lucille, following his gaze, saw me.

She walked over quickly and apologized, "Are you Mrs. Clarke? I'm so sorry for interrupting your date. I'm so clumsy. Please don't blame Mr. Clarke. He's just too kind-hearted."

She glanced up at Jaidyn.

Her eyes were filled with tacit understanding and a smile.

Jaidyn looked at me with some unease and explained, "It is about work. Lucille is someone I trained. If something went wrong, I'm the one responsible."

I didn't want to embarrass him in front of others.

Holding back my displeasure, I responded softly, "I understand. It's just that you left without eating anything, so I…"

At almost the same time, Lucille peeked at the cake in my hand curiously.

She was so close that a faint and elegant fragrance wafted towards me.

It took me a while to realize that this scent was identical to the perfume Jaidyn had given me.

It felt like my heart was sinking further.

It seemed as if there was no bottom to this abyss of despair.

"It's from the shop in the east city. The texture is very soft and sweet."

Lucille's eyes lit up with excitement.

The girl's eyes were watering with desire. Jaidyn seemed to find her reaction adorable.

He said teasingly, "Look at you. Go ahead and have some."

"What? Is that okay?" Lucille asked, her eyes flickering with a hint of provocation as she looked at me.