CHAPTER 50: A difficult proposal to refuse

MILES:

My plate was empty, and so was hers. I didn't wait for her to head for the sink. Rather, I asked her to sit and began to clean up the counter and do the dishes. “You cook. I clean," I firmly told her.

She drummed her fingers restlessly on the cold granite. “Fine. I never knew you could be this sweet. Always thought you were a bone to contend with. But you have proven me wrong. Look at you, looking hot while doing the dishes.”

“I am surprised at myself. Anyway, do you want to continue working, or would you prefer to stay home?”

“What do you mean? I am not following.”

I studied her for a moment, then spoke the words I never thought I’d hear myself say. “You can just spend my money and not work. Or work from home without getting involved at the office. I don't mind.” I don't know what I was thinking. I just couldn't entertain the thought of her being stressed.

She was speechless. Her lips moved, yet no words came out. Then she did the strangest thing. She laughed. Huge, loud