Elizabeth brought two bowls of mulled wine to the living room and placed one bowl in front of him. Then she sat on the carpet and drank her share while watching the television.
Coincidentally, the television was playing a variety show that featured her favorite male celebrity.
She felt delighted for being able to drink the mulled wine while watching her favorite idol at night.
Matthew placed his phone on the table to take a few sips of the mulled wine. The flavor suited his preference as the drink was not too sweet and had a refreshing taste.
He noticed Elizabeth focusing on the television, completely disregarding his presence when he turned to look at her.
Because of that, he deliberately loosened his black bathrobe around his torso to reveal his sexy collarbones. Those guys on the television are not even as fit as me. She should be ogling at me instead.
However, to his frustration, Elizabeth continued to ignore him as her eyes were fixated on the television screen. Hence, Matthew picked up the remote control and switched off the television.
Turning her head, the woman glared at him. “What are you doing? The show was about to get real interesting!”
A male dance crew was performing street dance on the variety show, and they were about to end their performance with a scene where the hunky dancers would rip off their shirts. Elizabeth was eager to feast her eyes on that moment.
Glancing at the clock, Matthew uttered, “It’s nine o’clock. The rule in my house is that all entertainments would have to cease after nine o’clock.”
Hearing that, Elizabeth was rendered speechless.
He’s surprisingly uptight. Does he go to sleep at nine o’clock? Doesn’t he feel bored, not playing on his phone or watching the television? Thinking to herself, Elizabeth took a sip of her drink and asked, “You don’t watch the television or go on your phone. What do you then? Go straight to sleep?”
He’s living an elderly’s lifestyle if that’s the case.
He growled, “I read books.”
Elizabeth was at a loss for words. I feel small comparing myself to him. He’s a cultured man, very unlike me.
The room fell silent after that.
At that moment, Matthew’s phone rang. He picked up his phone and answered the call.
“Speak,” he uttered without a hint of warmth in his voice.
Elizabeth could not help but shudder after witnessing his apathetic manner.
“I’m not going.”
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