Chapter 82:
Just as he was about to clear the table, Herbert came over and said, “Go and rest, I’ll clean it.
I gave him a worried look, “Can you?”
Could such a rich man’s boss do housework?
Just put the bowls and chopsticks in the dishwasher, I can do it. Go and have a rest,” Herbert said as he pushed me out of the kitchen.
After I left the restaurant, I was still a little worried, so I sat on the sofa in the living room, watching the TV and keeping an eye on what was going on in the kitchen.
Clang clang!
I heard the sound of porcelain breaking and I jumped up.
I ran into the kitchen and saw that the porcelain bowls and plates were smashed to pieces. I couldn’t help shouting.
“What are you doing?
“My hands slipped and they fell to the floor. At that moment Herbert looked helpless.
When I saw him like that. I was stunned. I hadn’t expected the boss, who was so overbearing at work, to have such a problem.
I put my hands on my hips and said, “Hurry up and clean it up, do you understand?”
“I know, I know. You should go and rest.”
Herbert shoved me out of the kitchen again
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“Watch your hands. You can’t even do such a small thing.”
I mumbled and went upstairs with my hand on my waist.
Lying on the bed, I was in a good mood.
Haha, there’s a time when I criticise Herbert.
But when I think about it, although he was proud, arrogant and domineering, he was actually a good man. I didn’t expect him to take the initiative to do the housework.
He doesn’t get angry when I tell him off.
This is probably normal married life. I feel like I’ve stepped into the role.
After a while, the door to the second bedroom suddenly opened!
I looked up and saw Herbert’s cold face again.
What do you mean?
He asked me.
“What do you mean?”
I didn’t understand what he was trying to say.
“Are you and I a couple?” Herbert continued to ask.
“Yes.” I nodded. Although I said this, in my heart, I knew that while we were legally husband and wife, there was no love between us.
“Then why do you have to live in this room?” Herbert roared.
I was confused. What was he trying to say?
“What does he mean? Does he blame me for not staying in the master bedroom? Does he want to be with me? What a joke. It can’t be like this. Does he expect me to satisfy his desires when I’m pregnant? This is going too far! He’s being inhuman!”
After thinking for a while, I quickly found an excuse and said, “Well, although we are husband and wife, we need our own space. This way, we can live more casually. Don’t you think so?”
