Kaleb was wearing a casual suit, lazily sitting on the sofa, quietly looking at his phone. Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and looked at me. My heart trembled slightly; I stood still, feeling as if I had done something wrong. My cars felt warm and my heartbeat quickened. “How did I sleep in your room last night?”
Kaleb lowered his gaze and continued to look at his phone, “You vomited on your bed.”
I bit my lip lightly, feeling embarrassed. I had never been so out of control in front of others from childhood to adulthood. “Sorry, ‘I will help you change and wash the bed sheets and blankets later.” I walked to the entrance, took out a pair of slippers and put them on.
“No need,” Kaleb put down his phone and turned his head to look at me, “But I threw away your blanket, and bought you a new set.”
“I had two sets of clean clothes in my wardrobe.”
“I have already bought it.”
“Thank you,” I said, feeling awkward and hesitant, not daring to mention the fact that my pajamas had been changed. Once it was mentioned, the atmosphere would become very awkward. The two of us were a married couple, and there was no need to be nitpicky, nor was there a need to be overly reserved.
I glanced at the time on the wall and it was exactly 12 o’clock noon.
Kaleb calmly asked, “Did you go to take a shower first, or did you have lunch first?““I loved cleanliness and couldn’t tolerate others being dirty.
I pulled my pajamas and said, “I will take a shower first.” After saying that, I walked towards the room. As I approached the door, I paused for a moment, lost in thought. After a few seconds, I turned around and looked at Kaleb, “Today is Wednesday, aren’t you going to the office?”
“I didn’t go.”
“Then you waited for me to finish taking a shower, have lunch, and we went out together!”
Kaleb leaned his elbow on the couch and turned to face me, “Where are you going?”
I said calmly, “The courthouse.”
