Chapter 4The Handshake

This small dispute was resolved by the evening.

When I came home from work, hot food and cut fruit were on the table.

And a birthday cake.

He came out with a bowl of soup, smiling as if nothing had happened, "Just in time, wash your hands and eat, I made your favorite braised fish in soy sauce."

I lowered my eyes, slowly put my bag on the cabinet by the door, looked up, and smiled too.

"Happy birthday."

He laughed.

"31, an old man now."

During the meal, he said casually:

"Last night I went to scold Tiger and came back. Afraid of waking you up, I slept in the next room."

I nodded and didn't speak.

Getting up after eating, I remembered something, turned and said to him:

"I haven't been sleeping well lately. How about you sleep in the small bedroom for now?"

He froze for a moment.

"Okay."

For the next period, Ethan and I's life returned to calm.

I was busy with interviews and onboarding processes for new staff at the unit, and he was busy launching a new project at the company.

As if nothing had happened.

We are both people who prioritize reason over emotion.

We weigh the pros and cons in everything we do.

I think this is probably the benefit of marrying a rational person.

But soon, I found out I was wrong.