Move Forward, Never Look Back

I was not being pretentious. Since he wanted to pick me up, I didn't refuse.

After getting off work, I waited downstairs of the company for half an hour, but I didn't see him.

I habitually checked Vita's Moments, but there was nothing new.

At that time, Jeff called.

"Why don't you come down?"

"I was right at the company entrance, but I didn't see you."

He made a "fuck" sound. I was very familiar with it. Whenever he was impatient, anxious or unhappy, he would say the word.

Perhaps he felt sorry for what happened the night before, so that time after he said that word, he didn't lose his temper, but asked me softly, "I'm at entrance B. Are you at entrance D?"

He went to the wrong place.

A month before, my company moved to the current Peace Building. There was no entrance D in the building. Previously, my company was in Merge Building, which had entrance D.

"Are you in Merge Building?" I asked.

"Of course, how could I not know your company?"

I sighed. On the day the company moved, I sent him the new address, but he didn't even look at it and kept deleting our chat history.

After explaining the situation, he wanted to rush over.

I refused. "I'll go back by myself. This road is a one-way street. Plus, it's rush hour, so it will be very congested if you come here."

When I got home, he was already there, sitting on the sofa.

The scene was very rare. Every time I got home first, then prepared dinner and waited for him to come back. Most of the time he didn't get home on time for dinner.

I was angry and blamed him for not telling me in advance.

"Don't I have anything else to do? I must tell you in advance whenever I come home late? Are you a baby that you can't eat by yourself?"

"But the food has gone cold."

"If it gets cold, just heat it up again. Or just pour it out. We can afford to do that."

After we quarreled a few times, I stopped waiting for him to eat together. When he came back, I heated up the food for him.

When he saw me come in, he came over for the first time and brought me slippers.

That shocked me.

Wasn't it me who did things like welcoming him and bringing him slippers?

"Sandy, I've been so busy with work lately that I forgot about your company's relocation. I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

I said as I walked towards the kitchen, opened the fridge, and prepared to make dinner.

He sat casually in the dining room and talked to me.

"You had a nightmare last night, screaming and yelling."

I froze, knowing it was a nightmare caused by the gangster. "I don't remember."

Then, we stopped talking.

But I could feel that he was trying to say something.

After I washed the vegetables, he suddenly said, "After celebrating Vita's birthday last night, it was too late. It's dangerous for a girl to go home alone at night, so I sent her home, then I came back late. Don't think too much."

"I didn't think much about it. Since you celebrated her birthday, it's only right for you to send her home. After all, you are her boss. You said it's your duty to be considerate of your subordinates." I said with a calm smile.

It was dangerous for Vita to go home alone, but wasn't it dangerous for me?

"You must still be angry." He scowled.

I was confused and said calmly, "I'm not angry."

"Sandy, the more you pretend to be calm, the more it shows that you are angry. I have explained it so clearly, but you still doubt me and even don't make breakfast for me." He accused me.

I suddenly reacted.

If it were in the past, what happened the night before and the next day would be enough to turn me into a mad lioness, yelling at him, and maybe even throwing plates hysterically.

But now I was so calm that he naturally thought I was protesting by being calm.

But I was really not angry now, and I didn't even have any extra emotions.

I worked all day while being sick and was really exhausted.

After the meal was ready, we ate in silence.

After eating, I went to take a shower as usual, and he brought me underwear and pajamas.

The situation only occurred in the first six months of our marriage.

"Thanks."

"Don't be so polite. I am your husband. I'll take a shower with you."

"No, I feel really uncomfortable today." After saying that, I went into the bathroom and locked the door.

Then the sound of the door closing heavily was heard.

He went out.

If he had slammed the door and left after an argument in the past, I would have worried that he would seek comfort outside.

But now, I really didn't care.

He could have affairs with as many women as he liked.