Emma didn't care that Lucy stabbed her in the back again; she didn't want to communicate with their family anymore. The only person she wanted to clarify with was Adrian, and she believed that he would convey her meaning, but how he did it wasn't what she cared about.
A March evening, still a little chilly. Alex had undeniably found two aunts and seemed to have a nutrition certificate; the dishes he chose to combine were very suitable for her taste.
She didn't dare eat too much at night; she just ate enough to be full, then pulled Alex for a walk to digest.
Emma told her about her achievements. "Listen, I can protect myself now. You praised me too superficially."
"No, I'm very serious. My wife is the best, but wife," Alex paused, looking deep into her eyes, "I'm going to be a father soon, can't we go public?"
Go public?
Actually, Emma had thought about going public in the afternoon.
