My Husband Froze My Card on My Birthday novel Chapter 105

We landed and headed to our rental apartment. I shared with two local girls while Adrian lived nearby. The adjustment

period hit hard–academic pressure skyrocketed, and my cooking skills barely made things “edible.”

Fortunately, Adrian was a culinary genius. I felt guilty mooching meals at first, but the temptation won. Eventually I

shamelessly showed up regularly, washing dishes to pay my debt.

But my roommates were nightmarish–one partied nightly with deafening music, the other had questionable hygiene, leaving chaos everywhere. Between sleepless nights and poor meals, I looked haggard within a week.

During a meal at Adrian’s, I casually complained.

He listened quietly, put down his fork, and adjusted his glasses. “Emily, want to move in? My roommate just left, there’s

an empty room.”

He paused, then added, “Meals would be convenient too.”

Faced with basic needs like food and sleep, I barely hesitated.

Adrian radiated an aura of “pure and ascetic” reliability that made living with him feel completely safe.

After moving in, my quality of life skyrocketed–finally sleeping peacefully and waking to breakfast.

He was almost obsessively clean, the house always spotless, leaving me virtually no chores.

After school, we’d research recipes and shop together–I’d prep vegetables while he cooked.

Life felt regular, peaceful, solid.

Except living with the opposite sex brought subtle awkwardness. Underwear hanging side by side on the balcony made

me avert my eyes, though my peripheral vision always caught those dark fabric pieces… Intimate scenes during TV time

would freeze the air with strange tension.

This was completely different from Blake–that overgrown kid who threw stuff everywhere, ordered takeout constantly,

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