Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 120

"I kinda like it when you go all macho on me sometimes."

Ines could clearly feel that ever since she confessed to him last time, their relationship had gotten a lot closer.

Sometimes, a bit of a jolt could do a marriage good, too much smooth sailing could lead to stagnation.

"This time I'll let it slide, but remember to eat on time next time, don't need me to remind you."

"Got it." Ethan mimicked the way she spoke, dragging the last syllable out.

Hearing this, Ines couldn't help but laugh and gave him a playful glare, "Don't mimic me."

Watching the warm and sweet interaction between the two, a hint of sadness flashed through Phoebe's eyes, unnoticed. Suddenly a mischievous face popped into her mind, startling her enough to shake her head.

Phoebe was a true gourmet, even resorting to cooking classes to satiate her love for good food. Still, she couldn't resist expressing her admiration for Ethan's culinary prowess. After Phoebe's departure, Ines shared her plans and the recording with Ethan. After hearing it, he chuckled and responded nonchalantly, "Simple enough. We just need to ascertain the nature of the relationship between Shirley and this man. A quick investigation into their hometown should reveal the necessary details. I'll get Lucas on it."

"Ethan, thank you," Ines said sincerely. This man truly spoils her, it seemed like he would agree to anything she asked for without any conditions. He even did a lot of things for her behind her back. Many times, she felt like she was just dragging him down, causing more trouble than help.

"Didn't we agree not to say 'thank you' to each other anymore?"

"I just feel useless, so at least let me thank you verbally."

Ethan chuckled, "Feeling inferior?"

Ines made a face, "Maybe a little."

Ethan unfurled his hand and gently did the same with hers. "You see," he began, "a man's hand is naturally robust and broad, while a woman's is refined and soft. We are each born with distinct roles to play." His hand enclosed hers effortlessly, warmth spreading from his palm to hers. She relished the sensation of his hand enveloping hers, a feeling that instilled an unfamiliar sense of security within her. She gave him a puzzled look.

He said, "Just like now, a man is born to protect the woman in his palm from all the elements."

Ines was touched, a smile flickered in her eyes, "That's so chauvinistic."

"Izzy, I know you don't want to be a woman who relies on a man, but what's wrong with relying on your own husband?"

Ines was convinced by his words, yeah, what's wrong with relying on her own husband?