Our Peaceful Days

That smile was so unfair. We ended up laughing together and I was quite relieved that he wasn’t offended by what I just said. I wondered if he meant it, though, about wanting to be a househusband. I felt like his job was something that he could be proud of, and I had no idea why he didn’t seem to love it. I stared at Ace for a while longer as I leaned against the counter.

No, there’s no way that I can work and feed someone who lives a life like Ace Hills.

“Take a seat at the table. I’ll serve you food,” Ace said.

“I’ll help you,” I quickly offered.

“No need. Just sit down, Rina,” Ace refused as he waved me towards the long marble dining table in the room.

There were so many chairs that I had a hard time deciding which one to sit on. I couldn’t help but wonder if Ace brought guests over often. With the size of this place, he could easily host a party. Ace served us food before taking the seat opposite from me at the dining table. Ace was spot on when he said that he could fix up a