He Wanted To Repair The Ruined Relationship

Zac Hilton only arrived home three days later.

When he walked into the house, I was lying on the couch watching television.

He exclaimed, “Did you not see my text messages?!”

I did not even look at him. “I did, but I was busy. I forgot about it the moment I received it.”

He had an incredulous expression.

It was not surprising for him to react that way. In the past, whenever I received his text messages, I would be happily waiting for him downstairs, half an hour before he arrived.

He was quiet for a while before saying, “I haven’t eaten anything today. You can just make something for me.”

He was a very picky eater. He disliked packed food on trains. Whenever he came back from his business trips, I would cook for him to satisfy his cravings.

My show had just ended. I looked up at him and pointed at the delivery flyers on the table.

“I saw these in our mailbox previously. It seems like there are some opening discounts.”

Zac looked unhappy. “I’m really hungry now. Even if you’re mad at me, you should cook.”

I looked at him, puzzled. “Can’t you order delivery? Besides, I’m not angry.”

Of course he did not believe me.

He continued to mutter, “Faye’s all alone in a different city. I’m only taking care of her as a friend.”

“Sure.”

He rubbed his forehead and said tiredly, “Enough, I really don’t have that much time on hand to cheer you up.”

I sighed. “If you’re tired, you should just rest. I’m not expecting you to cheer me up.”

He was at a loss for words. His breathing started to become heavier.

I knew he was angry.

After a while, he took out a gift box from his luggage and tossed it at me.

He snorted. “Your birthday present. This should be enough.”

I simply placed it on the coffee table. “Thank you.”

He was stunned, then his face fell. “Is that all?”

I was dumbfounded. Then, I immediately remembered that we had a promise in the past. Regardless of whose birthday it was, we had to prepare presents for each other.

“Oh, sorry. I was too engrossed in the film. I’ve forgotten about it.”

I was a little embarrassed. “I’ll make it up to you later. Why don’t I transfer you the money?”

He glared at me intently. I felt a little awkward, and immediately transferred him the money for the present.

Then, I looked at my watch and went to my bedroom to put on a jacket.

He was stunned when I walked into the living room.

“Are you going out? You put on makeup earlier because you’re heading out? Not because you’re welcoming me?”

I stared at him, puzzled. “Didn’t you say that it’s a waste of time for me to put on makeup at home? Why would I do that to welcome you?”

I ignored his stunned expression and opened the door.