yet he immediately set down his chopsticks, noticing the flowers on the floor. His tone softened.
“Wife, did you not like today’s bouquet?”
“Oh, wait—are you upset because it’s been too many lilies lately?”
My expression shifted. I hadn’t expected him to notice so quickly.
So I cut straight to the point: “Yes. You know I like variety. Why have you been sending me lilies for a whole month?”
He slapped his forehead, frustrated. “Damn it, that’s my fault. Wife, the florist I usually order from had shipping problems.
I had to switch to another supplier, and they only specialize in lilies.
It’s my fault, I didn’t explain. I must’ve made you feel awful this month.”
He shoved aside his takeout and started typing furiously. “I’ll call them right now and ask if the shipment’s back!”
Just like countless times before, whenever it came to me, he panicked and rushed to fix it immediately.
I interrupted him. “Don’t. Just eat. Don’t starve yourself.”
Even Sophia, standing beside me, waggled her brows and muttered in English, “See? You wronged your good husband.”
Ethan smiled again. “So you’re not mad anymore, wife? Don’t worry, I already ordered from a new shop today. You’ll love it!”