After work, Charles said he would cook dinner tonight to celebrate my success in winning the big project.
I went to the supermarket with him, and he bought a lot of vegetables I loved to eat.
"Congratulations, Norah. The company has made another breakthrough."
After the toast, he paused and spoke again.
"Norah, I heard about the company's situation this morning. You used to like that necklace. Why did you throw it in the trash can?"
"Nothing, I just suddenly don't like it anymore."
"You need to change your temper."
He shook his head and thought I was a bit willful.
"Next time, if you don't like it, don't say misleading things.
Today, Annie cried. How will her colleagues at the company see her in the future?"
The smile on my face disappeared, and I looked at him steadily. It turned out that he was standing up for Annie.
"I didn't name the price, did I? Or is her friend that rich?
I just said the truth. Why do I have to care how others see her? What does it have to do with me?"
"Norah, can you stop being willful?"
He almost shouted, as if he had been tolerating me for a long time.
I lost my appetite, dropped my chopsticks, and went back to the bedroom.
After a while, Charles came over to apologize to me.
"Norah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be mean to you."
"Hit me to vent your anger if you like."
As he said that, he grabbed my hand and hit himself on the face.
Watching his performance, I suddenly felt tired.
I just wanted to talk to him about his affair with Annie, but I was interrupted by a sudden phone call.
"I gotta answer the call."
In a few minutes, he rushed in, hurriedly grabbed a coat, and left.
He didn't have time to say a word to me during that time.
I stood by the window, watching Charles gradually disappear.
My heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed, unable to breathe.
It wasn't until midnight that he gently pushed open the bedroom door, and I sat up.
"Norah, sorry if I woke you up."
"Where did you go?"
"A friend got injured, and there was no one to take care of him, so I went to help."
I stared at him with a mocking and sarcastic expression.
"Friend? Is Miss cook there?
His body stiffened. "Norah, don't misunderstand. She's just my friend. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would misunderstand."
I threw the pillow on the bed at him and said coldly, "Charles, don't you know that besides your own wife, you should keep distance from other girls?"
He didn't think he did anything wrong.
"Norah, can you stop making a fuss? I've already said we're just friends. Why do you always overreact?"
He rubbed his forehead and said, "You should think about it yourself. I can't always accommodate you."
After he finished speaking, he walked away quickly.
As soon as I buried my head in the quilt, the tears that I had been holding back finally flowed down uncontrollably.
We started giving each other a cold shoulder. We didn't say a word to each other at work or at home.
When I was on the balcony enjoying the breeze, he and Annie also came to the balcony.
He gave me a cold glance and was about to leave with Annie.
Annie didn't move. She held Charles's hand and walked towards me gently.
"Ms. Stuart, please don't fight with Mr. Graham because of me. You don't know how sad he has been recently.
If you mind, then from now on, I won't contact with Mr. Graham."
I smiled at her.
"Okay, then why don't you just resign?"
Her expression froze, her voice trembling with tears.
"If Ms. Stuart really minds, I will write a resignation report."
Then, with teary eyes, she looked at Charles.
"Mr. Graham, I will give you my resignation report this afternoon."
Then she ran out of the balcony crying.
After she left, Charles frowned and looked at me.
"Norah, do you know how difficult it is for others to find a good job? You made her resign without considering her future.
You weren't like this before."
I laughed when I saw his back running away.
"I used to be different. Then what was I like?"
