Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 21

Ines chuckled and started to enjoy the delicious food. She had known for a while that his cooking skills were top-notch. A simple bowl of pasta he made was incredibly tasty.

The bathroom mirror was fogged up, and Ines wiped it a few times. Upon closer inspection, she wrote impulsive consequences on it. Her emotions were all over the place – no regrets, but also a bit anxious and frustrated. She was mad at herself for marrying a man she had just met without being fully prepared for their life together.

Ines pinched her cheeks in annoyance and forced a smile; it looked worse than a frown. She was grateful it was winter. She could wear long sleeves and pants as pajamas and wouldn't seem awkward.

When she returned to the bedroom, Ethan had finished showering and was half-lying on the bed, flipping through a book. His short hair was still a bit fluffy and was not completely dry. His pajama top was unbuttoned, revealing a part of his large tanned chest. His chiseled features and the scenery were alluring, causing Ines' face to turn red.

Such a scene only appeared on TV; she had never experienced it in real life.

Ethan noticed her figure standing at the door and looked up. He placed the book on the bedside table. He was surprised she had finished showering so quickly; he was prepared to wait for an hour. The fact that she took only half an hour caught him off guard.

"Come here," Ethan waved at Ines.

As the hairdryer hummed, Ines realized he was just trying to help her dry her hair. She relaxed a bit and couldn't help but smile faintly as she thought of their afternoon shopping trip.

All the items they had bought were from their supermarket trip earlier that day. The salesperson was very enthusiastic and carefully introduced items like kneepads, earmuffs, hats, scarves, heated shoes, hand warmers, hot water bottles, and other trinkets she had never seen before.

She thought he wouldn't be so obedient, but to her surprise, he bought everything and put it all in the shopping cart. The salesperson was delighted, but she stood aside with a stiff smile. These were all things younger girls liked. She felt embarrassed using them as a woman approaching 30. She never thought she would have time to buy and use these items.