Chapter 4When Love Fades, My Fiancée Panics

By the time I got home, it was already evening. The living room lights were all on, and Mia was lying on the sofa, typing away on her phone with a smile. The moment she saw me, her smile vanished. She put down her phone, sat up, and gave me a cold glance. "Finally, you came back."

I casually placed my briefcase on the sofa. "I came back after finishing my work. Besides, this is my place." I gave Mia a steady look, then turned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Mia, surprisingly, came into the kitchen. She spoke softly, "Zane, I'm hungry too. Please prepare more." I ignored her but prepared more anyway.

Perhaps sensing my lack of enthusiasm, Mia started a conversation with me.

I had fantasized about this countless times before. I would be so delighted to have my beloved help out in the kitchen. But Mia, with her prideful air, said, "Are you even a man? You want your girlfriend to help out in the kitchen? How utterly disappointing." I just gave an awkward smile when I heard that and never brought it up again.

But later, I saw Mia in the kitchen, busy cooking, many times in Lucas' Instagram posts, which savagely wrenched my heart. Now, the scene I had fantasized about countless times had come true, but all I felt was irony. I didn't respond to a single word Mia said.

Finally, her rare patience wore thin. She clicked her tongue and said, "Zane! I've already explained it to you. Lucas and I were just putting on a show! What else do you want? Don't think I don't know you've been deliberately staying away these past few days. So who are you putting on this sullen face for now?" Mia glared at me, puffing out her cheeks.

I leisurely served some food onto a plate and said indifferently, "I'm not angry and don't care about what you and Lucas did." Then, I carried my plate to the dining table and began eating, paying no further attention to her.

Mia followed behind and slammed her plate down on the table with a sharp, crisp sound.

I couldn't help but scoff inwardly. In the past, I wouldn't have let her serve herself food. I would have probably served some food on her plate and placed it on the table, just to please her. She just needed to eat. But now she seemed angry because I didn't serve her food.

Whatever, it was none of my business anymore.