What she hadn’t expected was that he actually brought her a bowl of soup the next day at noon. She frowned, but he urged her, “Drink up. I simmered it for ages.”
Hearing his words, Ella raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing her mind.
Since their marriage, Danny had scarcely set foot in the kitchen. Yet this time, he’d personally make the soup.
Half-doubting, half-believing, Ella lifted the lid. The moment her eyes met the contents, she froze in place.
At that moment, her phone chimed. She looked down and saw a message from Sarah. [My favorite carrot and bone broth soup! I made him stew it himself last night. Do you think it's delicious?]
Boom!
The word hit her like a bolt from the blue. Ella's hand, which was holding the bowl, shook uncontrollably.
Seeing something was wrong with her, Danny asked, "What's wrong with you, Ella?"
With reddened eyes, she choked out a question, “You know... I'm allergic to carrots, right?”
Danny's face instantly drained of color. He grabbed her hand. “I'm sorry, Ella. I...”
Ella pulled her hand and smiled bitterly. "You don't have to say anything. We're getting …"