Tyrone Raman rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his thin arms. "I'll do it tonight."
"Apron." Cathy Lawson stood on tiptoe hanging on the shelf apron to take it down, unfolded to his tie, "your shirt is white, oil will spill up which is not easy to wash."
Tyrone Raman looked at her, turned around, Cathy Lawson quickly put on apron him .
Because they both had chores to do, she had bought the apron a bigger size, though he was tall and it looked funny to wear it.
Cathy Lawson also didn't go out, lean on in the kitchen doorway looking at his busy figure, self-cultivation good man, even if do this kind of work still seem particularly pleasing to the eye, "Well, why are you back today?"
Although they made a promise when they married , unless Tyrone Raman is out of town on a business trip, otherwise every Sunday he must go home.But Cathy Lawson thought he came back yesterday, today should not come back.
Tyrone Raman did not look back, busy washing dishes: "today is Sunday."
"Oh." Cathy Lawson's eyes dimmed.
Sure enough, if it hadn't been for his contract, he wouldn't have come back even to his apartment, would he?
"Why did you call me this morning?" "Tyrone Raman asked, explaining by the way," the assistant answered the phone and said someone was looking for me.I looked through my phone and realized it was you."
Assistant?
Which assistant will call her boss "Tyrone" such an intimate title?
"Just to know if you're coming back." That sentence "why you didn't deposit my number" ,Cathy Lawson still didn't ask him.Just hearing him front saying,she felt uncomfortable, turning round to go to the living room.
Cathy Lawson bored with twitter, watching for a while but very agitated, hand involuntarily point to open Google.
When she returned to her mind, she found that all her Google browsers were "why my husband doesn't store my number", or "my husband's assistant calls my husband intimately" and so on.
She couldn't help but look at a series of answers,"your husband cheated,and to be careful;quickly check the husband's phone to prepare evidence for divorce , at least can get more money". She smiled in the heart of sour.
At this moment, Tyrone Raman was carrying dish to come out from the kitchen, shouted : "come to have the meal."
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