Book8 Chapter2.
The red wine steak was especially good.
I ate two large plates by myself and was so satisfied that I wasn't even that mad when Leo stood me up again.
In the early hours, Leo came home.
He noticed that the lights in the entryway and living room were off.
In six years of marriage, whenever he went out drinking, no matter how late it was, I always prepared hangover medicine and dozed off on the sofa waiting for him to come back.
Leo didn't like me doing this.
So he often stayed out all night.
Then he would point at the bags under my eyes from worrying and mock me for looking older than his aunt.
"Gigi, are you feeling unwell?"
When he came into the room, Leo reached out, trying to check my forehead temperature.
I barely avoided his hand and quietly frowned.
"It's late. Go take a shower."
The smell of alcohol on him made me nauseous.
Leo sat beside me, squinting as he glanced at his phone.
There wasn't a single missed call.
How strange.
Usually, I liked to kill his buzz when he drank.
Telling him not to drink too much. Telling him to remember to get a designated driver.
The man cleared his throat and said, "I really couldn't skip tonight's dinner, but I'll definitely take you out tomorrow. Will that make you happy?"
I blinked.
"No need. You go ahead and be busy."
My heartfelt words were met with Leo's mocking laugh.
"I've been really busy lately. I don't have time for your drama."
My phone chimed with an email. As I eagerly opened it, I absentmindedly replied, "You managed to squeeze in a movie and coffee in your busy schedule.
You're pretty good at time management."
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