Martin called me, but I didn't answer. I was trying to make steamed egg custard for Pomelo.
The phone kept ringing.
I glanced at the camera in the room. It seemed to be off.
So, I had to open the door.
Martin saw me wearing an apron, his eyes flickering with some emotion.
I had never cooked at home in the past five years, let alone made a meal for Martin.
He was dressed in a suit, holding a document in his hand.
I could tell it was the item I asked my assistant to give him.
Inside was a diamond ring.
He walked in, glanced at Pomelo, and then focused on me, "What made you decide to join a reality show?"
I retorted sarcastically, "Did you really think you could keep me like a bird in a gilded cage?"
Without waiting for his response, I took Pomelo's hand and led her into the kitchen.
Martin took out the wedding ring from the document.
Opening the box, he took out the ring.
Grabbing my wrist, he forcibly slid the ring back onto my finger.
7
Martin took out the box containing our wedding rings from a file.
He opened it and took out the diamond ring inside.
Grabbing my wrist, he forcibly slipped the ring onto my finger.