Seira grinned widely, pleased with her recent accomplishment. The fried carp with sweet and sour sauce was beautifully presented on a plate with a small floral motif along the edge. Most of the kitchen utensils in this apartment were provided by her. Years of knowing Robert and being by his side had made her incapable of leaving anything incomplete, especially if it was something she saw as lacking.Furthermore, Robert never protested when new items found their way into his storage cabinets, all of which were provided by Seira. She was a lover of neatness, even though she wasn't particularly skilled at cooking. So, she took pride in serving dinner, which she considered quite special.She hadn't forgotten the dessert, which she had prepared since her arrival. Fruit pudding with custard that only needed to be warmed. She also prepared some snacks. For some reason, she felt like cooking a large portion tonight. There was a person who regularly cleaned Robert's apartment, and Seira had en

"This is so delicious, Mi," Olive compliments. Not just once, but several times. Don't even ask; she's going to have more of her mom's sweet and sour gourami. She won't waste her mom's cooking.Her arrival was a bit late, partly due to traffic, and the man sitting next to her mom requested a salad as a dessert. Well, how could Olive refuse such a request? Besides, it's fun because she gets to spend time with her husband since Thomas has been super busy all day. She wanted to bombard him with many questions, but his face looked so wrinkled like a shirt that hadn't been ironed in three days, so Olive decided to postpone her intentions.She'll ask when Thomas is in a better mood later. It might be because of his recent move to a new Branch Manager position at Savefund, and he doesn't know who will replace him. That's why her husband is busier than the president. Seriously, what is Olive thinking?"Be careful with your eating, okay? Don't talk while you eat like tha

Time around Olive and Thomas passed by so quickly. Was it because everything around them just flowed naturally? Or was it because they were too busy enjoying their days? One thing was for sure, there were two things they would face. Um... or more precisely, Olive.First, their wedding reception was just days away. Second, Thomas Adam's resignation. Her husband was in his peak state, not just with meetings but also handing over the remaining work. Although Olive heard that his replacement was quite capable, work was something Thomas took seriously.Olive could understand that even though, well... they had their arguments. It's not like she didn't want to sleep early. But when Thomas was in front of his laptop, he was always focused and rarely could be disturbed. That frustrated Olive."Honey," Olive called out, glancing at the kitchen wall clock; it was already eleven at night. They should be snuggled up under the same blanket, right? Why was Thomas so intimate w

He wanted to laugh, but seeing Olive looking at him with a forlorn and unaccepting expression for everything he did, he couldn't be selfish, could he? His life was no longer his alone. He had a wife who couldn't be ignored, who sulked because she felt neglected. Thomas thought that their breakfasts were quite short. They only talked about what was necessary before going to work. Even though they discussed some things, Thomas still fell short in giving more attention, especially during the past week when they were both busy preparing for the reception."My only wife is Olive," Thomas reached for Olive's hand and gently pulled her closer. Even though her face looked stern, at least Olive was within his reach. He cupped his wife's face and looked at her intently. Although her doll-like eyes kept shifting elsewhere, Thomas didn't want to give up."Don't say much!""I have responsibilities that need to be completed, Bee. I only have tonight to finish them, Bee. I kno

Barely visible, Seira applied some blush to her face, which she had already covered with light makeup. She wore a knee-length long-sleeved midi dress that was modest yet, when worn by Seira, still exuded a hint of allure. Surprisingly, the neckline was quite low, revealing a slightly tantalizing hint of cleavage. Seira mostly ignored it, as she had often met Gisel whose attire was far more revealing than what she wore tonight.Her smile appeared faint in the mirror's reflection. She never thought the day would come when she'd visit a man's house. Although she had set foot in Robert's house many times before, the context was different. While usually, the homeowner welcomed her with an indifferent gaze, Seira was confident that Gisel would welcome her with open arms this time. Not that she was overly confident about what she would face, but considering their recent conversation, Seira was sure that Gisel would be receptive. She remembered Gisel's words clearly."My son i