Shane’s eyes sparkled with a deeper smile and he shalessly said, "You’re not wrong, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to stomach that little veggie dish of yours the other night."
Audrey Sutton’s ears turned red, half from embarrassnt and half from annoyance at Shane’s player remarks.
After stuffing a couple of mouthfuls of rice into her mouth, she defiantly retorted, "I didn’t have much appetite for your greasy old at slices either!"
Shane: "?"
His chopsticks imdiately reached over and firmly clamped down on hers. Frowning, he looked at her and said, "Say that again?"
"Old at slices!" Audrey was not afraid in the least, thinking, why should only you be allowed to tease , but I’m not allowed to drive you mad?
Shane let out a cold snort, released his chopsticks, but then pulled the plate of braised at over in front of him. "Fine, then you can stop eating at altogether; I think you’re more suited to eating grass."
Audrey stretched out her hand quickly, grabbed a chunk of the braised at, and stuffed it into her mouth, correcting him, "at is at, old at slices are old at slices!"
"Audrey Sutton, are you itching for a beating?"
Watching his exasperated look, for the first ti, Audrey felt like she had the upper hand in their argunt. Not only was she unafraid, but she also smugly swayed on the chair, almost sticking out her tongue to mock him.
Shane really wanted to throw her onto the bed and teach her a lesson.
The term "old at slices" put Shane off his al entirely, and with a sour face, he finished his bowl of rice, put down his chopsticks without a word, and went upstairs.
Audrey watched his back as he went upstairs. Maybe he was really angry.
Reflecting on herself, she still felt he was being petty. He often teased her, and now he’s the only one allowed to start a fire, and she’s not allowed to light a match?
She quietly cleaned the dishes and tidied up the counter.
Standing worriedly by the stairs, she looked up the hallway, hesitating whether she should go up and soothe him.
But he was the one who scolded her first, and she didn’t even get mad. How could a grown man be so petty?
"Tap-tap-tap..." Hearing footsteps from upstairs, Audrey quickly stepped away from the stairs, limped over to the sofa, and sat down, pretending to look at her phone casually.
She sneakily glanced at him entering the bathroom on the first floor, where the light was on, tinkering around inside, though she couldn’t tell what he was doing.
Audrey debated whether to apologize, worried that if she apologized, he might keep bullying her every ti.
Before she could co to a conclusion, she heard him coming out of the bathroom.
Audrey hurriedly took a glance as he ca out, barely taking in what she saw before returning her gaze to her phone.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approach her, and when she finally looked up to get a clearer view, she saw the pink foot massage bucket she had recently bought online placed by her feet, its steaming water releasing wisps of steam.
Then she watched as he bent down, not-so-gently grabbed her foot, took off her slipper, and placed her foot into the basin.
Then the other foot.
Audrey was completely stunned. Even though Shane was her husband, no one would believe her if she went out and said Third Young Master Warner fetched foot-washing water for her.
And what’s more unbelievable is, wasn’t he just angry a mont ago?
"How do you adjust this?" he asked, pointing to so buttons on the edge of the footbath, though his tone was more like he was collecting a debt.
Audrey leaned over, adjusted the massage mode herself, and with a slight smile in her eyes, asked him, "Are you not mad anymore?"
"Did I say I was mad?" Though he said this, his fierce tone hardly seed like soone who wasn’t mad.
The soles of Audrey’s feet rubbed against each other in the footbath as she mumbled in a slightly wronged tone, "Then why are you so fierce?"
"Babe, I’m not mad." Playing along with her teasing, he exaggeratedly said.
When Audrey heard him call her "babe," it didn’t touch her; instead, it gave her goosebumps. "That’s even creepier. You better be a bit fierce, I’m scared."
Shane threw her an annoyed look, fetched the foot lotion from the drawer, tossed it to her, and said, "Do it yourself."
Audrey flinched and failed to catch it, but it landed right next to her, easily within reach. She picked up the bottle, observing him to discern his mood.
Not knowing if he was upset, she dared not ask.
Watching him walk to the counter, he put away the cup she had left on the edge and tidied up the spices she had placed ssily after cooking dinner.
Thinking he was indeed ticulous throughout the day, she suddenly felt a bit guilty for angering him earlier.
The words "I’m sorry" stuck in her throat but she couldn’t bring herself to say them, afraid of losing face.
After tidying up the counter, he went to change the water bottles for General and Pea, adding food to each of their bowls.
Neither of them spoke again.
Audrey pulled her feet out of the water and hung them over the edge to dry.
Then she took the lotion and sprayed it generously over her entire instep and ankle, distractedly rubbing it in with her hand.
He ca over and sat down.
Right next to her, just a few centiters away.
Audrey paused her foot-rubbing, and before she could react, his large hand reached over, grabbed her ankle, and straightened her leg onto his lap, gently massaging her foot just like the day before.
Though it hurt a little when he rotated it, she could endure it. Audrey focused on enjoying the mont, and the slight pain was negligible.
Watching his stern face while his hands moved gently, Audrey felt a fleeting illusion that perhaps he did love her.
"I’m sorry." The long-suppressed words finally escaped her mouth.
Shane paused his movents, montarily stunned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
Audrey continued, "I shouldn’t have said that to you."
Before Shane could speak, Audrey added, "But you shouldn’t have called nas either."
The irritation between his brows visibly faded, his expression softened, yet he didn’t seem particularly happy, and he still didn’t speak.
Audrey thought he was pretending not to hear, so she lightly kicked his arm with her foot: "Shall we make a pact?"
"Go on," Shane said, lowering his head to continue massaging her foot.
Hearing her long "Hmm—" as she pondered for a few seconds, she said, "From now on, we’re not allowed to badmouth each other; we must complint each other more."
Shane glanced up at her and jokingly said, "Okay, then try complinting ."
Audrey responded without hesitation, "You’re tall, smart, and pretty handso too."
"That’s it?"
"Don’t use them all up at once. Now it’s your turn to complint ."
Shane continued concentrating on her foot, saying nothing.
Audrey urged him, "Does it take that long to think?"
But it seed Shane had no intention of complinting her. He let go of her foot, stood up, pulled a wet wipe from a box on the coffee table, and wiped his hands, saying, "I can’t bring myself to say sothing I don’t an."
Audrey’s smile froze, "How can you be so stubborn? I have plenty of good qualities; just ntion a couple!"
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