Today we went to my parents' house. He carried the gifts he bought for my parents and opened the car door for me with one hand, carefully protecting my head.
"Be careful. Don't hit your head."
As soon as we entered the house, my mother held my hand and looked at my face.
"Oh, sweetie, why did you look thinner than before?"
"No way. I even gained a few pounds."
I acted coquettishly towards my mother.
"Welcome back. Your mom has been waiting for you since noon. She even refused to hang out with her friends."
My father sat on the sofa, looking at the newspaper, his voice gentle.
"Mom, Dad, how about we move back and live together?
Norah also misses you very much and often nags me to come back."
He gently raised his hand and rubbed my hair with a doting expression on his face.
"No need. It's not convenient for you two to live with us."
After Charles and I got married, we originally lived with my parents.
We moved out because Charles's mother often hinted to my parents that it was inconvenient for us to live together after staying for a year.
Actually, I had been thinking about it recently.
Charles's mother had always been an overbearing person. And Charles always listened to his mother.
If he wanted to stay here, his mother wouldn't come to visit us too often.
I felt a bit tired because of the chat records between Charles and that girl, as well as recent business matters.
I declined Charles's invitation to have a meal together and planned to go to the balcony to get some fresh air.
I heard Charles's voice as soon as I arrived at the door, sounding relaxed.
"Finally, I don't have to have meals with Norah today. You have no idea how gross I fell when facing that face every day."
"Mr. Graham, then how about having meals with me? You don't like it either?"
"No way. She has nothing to compare with you!"
After saying that, he wiped off the rice from the corner of her mouth.
"You are my friend."
So it turned out he felt impatient when having meals with me.
"Norah, there are still some matters at the company today. I'll come back a bit late. You can eat first."
At eight o'clock in the evening, Charles called me.
"Norah, have you eaten dinner?"
"Yeah."
"Go to sleep first tonight. You don't have to wait for me. There's something going on at the company."
Just as I was about to agree, I heard a woman's voice from the other end.
"Charles."
It was the voice from the balcony that day.
He explained anxiously, "Norah, don't misunderstand. That's my assistant."
I made a sound of agreement and hung up the phone.
Maybe afraid that I would misunderstand, he came back in less than an hour and brought me my favorite cake.
He shared the little things with me every day, but later I found out that he would send them to Annie first and then forward them to me.
Including replying our messages, Annie was always before me.
When encountering an interesting video, he and I ended the topic early.
But he could chat with her for a long time.
Today was our wedding anniversary. He finished work early and booked a restaurant.
"Norah, happy anniversary."
He took a necklace from his bag and put it on me.
It was one that I particularly liked recently.
I smiled and said, "You too, happy anniversary."
After dinner, he took me to see a fireworks show.
Our names were shown with the fireworks display. There was also a big heart behind them.
The next day, I brought the necklace to the company.
I used to really like this necklace.
But I ran into Annie at the corner.
I walked up to her and glanced coldly at the necklace around her neck.
It was exactly the same as the one Charles gave me.
"Miss Cook, did you buy this necklace yourself?"
"A friend bought it for me."
She raised her hand and touched the necklace, looking proud.
"Oh, how come this necklace is exactly the same as yours?"
I just smiled and took off the necklace around my neck, throwing it into the trash can.
"This necklace is nearly 800 thousand dollars. It seems that Miss Cook has some money!"
She looked pale and forced a smile.
"It should be an imitation, right?"
I sneered and left.
