Are you jealous?

The next morning, when Ella woke up, David had already left the room. Maybe he's exercising or jogging around, as usual, she thought, taking her clothes to the bathroom.

Today she made spaghetti and lemon tart for dessert. She learns from manuals and youtube clips.

When Mr. Harry eats Spaghetti, his eyes light up. "It's delicious. Who did you make this from?”

“I studied by myself, no one taught me. Once I made a living selling Spaghetti.” Ella replied in a nonchalant voice.

"Good. Hard-working. You are such a great role model for a wife.” Mr. Harry commented.

“Now you don't sell these things anymore because you are married into a rich family. You must be very happy, aren't you?" Mrs. Emma said sarcastically while buttering the bread.

Ella lowered her head, her hand stopped in midair.

David, sitting next to him, spoke up. “She never took money from her husband, she always used the money she earned to shop. I hope you don't say things like that."

“How do you know if she will use you in