Standing at the entrance, I looked at my hand before looking back at the hospital lobby. As if I was possessed, I dashed to a tree and started banging my head against it.
Why did I turn down the offer? What’s wrong with me? So what if I’m thick-skinned? No one would blame me for that.
My action had inevitably attracted strange looks from some passersby. A little girl pointed at me and asked her mother, “Mommy, why is that woman banging her head against the tree? Won’t she get hurt?”
“Stop staring at that crazy woman,” the mother said and ushered her child away as though I was a contagious disease.
I lifted my chin and scoffed. I’m indeed a crazy person who refused a pile of free money.
Back to the office, I approached one of my colleagues and asked her, “Mave, if someone offers you twenty million and all you need to do is sign some papers, will you take it?”
She looked at me bewilderedly. “You’re speaking nonsense.”
I burst out laughing, realizing that I rejected the money because I was firm in my objective. Accepting the shares would only further complicate my estranged relationship with Lyle.
I no longer cared what happened between Lyle and Crystal. Although I didn’t understand Sharon’s aversion to Crystal, that was Lyle’s problem. Since he was so deeply in love with her, he would have to smooth things out with Sharon.
Working in an advertising design company involved a lot of design sketches. My creativity from my years of painting helped make up for the lack of professional skills in the field.
After work, I bought some food before heading home. I reckoned Christopher wouldn’t be at home since he was a busy man. However, the fragrance of homecooked dishes greeted me upon arriving home.
I walked toward the kitchen and leaned quietly on the kitchen door to watch Christopher cook like a professional chef.
I was still in awe at how he managed to maneuver with ease in the kitchen when he broke the silence. “What are you staring at? Roll up your sleeves and come help out. I need you to check the lobster to see if it’s cooked.” He raised his eyebrow and pointed at the pot. “I hope you’re not expecting me to do all the chores around the house. You’re going to have to share some of the loads.”
I did as I was told. “Well, as a man who dotes on his woman, don’t you think it’s only fair that you shoulder all the housework while I focus on preserving my beauty and enjoy life?” I said with an impish smile.
Christopher grinned brightly and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Dear Eve, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but now that we’re sharing a life together, it means when I cook, you’re going to have to wash the dishes. Oh wait, I remember you hate doing the dishes.”
“That’s not true. I only hate doing dishes while somebody kept picking on me on the side.” His smile was infectious. The times spent with him were always filled with laughter. His prominent background aside, our lives were no different from those of normal, everyday couples.
“All right, then. From now on, I’ll cook and you’ll do the dishes.” Christopher nodded firmly.
When I tried to remove the lobster from the steam pot, one of my fingers touched the scalding pot, causing me to wince in pain. Christopher quickly held my finger to his mouth and blew gently on it. After a few moments, he put my finger into his mouth and started playing with it with the tip of his tongue.
Shocked, I withdrew my hand from his mouth. “Ew, my hand is full of your saliva now.”
