Do I Treat Her Well

Percival had a sleepless night. As the sky began to lighten, he got up. The first thing he did wasn’t to wash up or change clothes, but to stand on the balcony and smoke a cigarette. The ashtray on the table was already filled with cigarette butts and ash. When he went downstairs and ran into Zephyra, he suddenly stopped her and asked, “Do you think I treat Eulalia well?”

Zephyra was taken aback. “Well?” In her eyes, he was good to her, but after hearing what Eulalia had said, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Zephyra looked at Percival’s bloodshot eyes and felt a sudden jolt in her heart. She put on a radiant smile and said, “You’re exceptionally good to your wife!”

Percival, deep in thought, asked, “Good in what way?”

Zephyra couldn’t quite put it into words, but she felt that the man standing in front of her did love Eulalia. She was glad she had checked the latest trending news yesterday. “Didn’t you just win a bid for an island at a high price to build an amusement park for her? 143 mi