No wonder earlier, when I took her to look at a marital apartment and was getting ready to pay, she insisted on waiting until after we got the marriage certificate to buy it, saying that would feel more ceremonial.
Turns out what she wanted wasn't a sense of ceremony—she wanted to freeload my property for nothing.
Before I could even finish digesting my anger, Summer had already hung up and was about to come in from outside.
With no time to hide in the bedroom, I immediately turned around and walked into the kitchen, pretending I was getting breakfast ready.
After Summer came in and saw I was up, her face was full of panic.
"H-Honey, how long have you been up?"
Looking at her probing eyes, I knew she was worried I'd heard what she just said, so I immediately put on a just-woke-up, sleepy-eyed look.
Yawning, I said, "Just got up. I was about to make breakfast."
Summer let out a long breath, leaned over, and pressed her chest tightly against my back. "Honey, leave making breakfast to your wife, okay? After all, you worked hard last night, hehe."
As she spoke, she also started feeling around under my armpits.
In the past, I would have felt extremely happy and sweet.