The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 67

As soon as I made that dark joke, Sophia's expression changed completely. She waved her hands frantically, "Samuel, you can't say things like that!"

Seeing how worried she looked, I couldn't help but smile and say, "Fine." Only then did she seem to relax.

I led Sophia into my small rental apartment, and as she sat down, I poured her a glass of warm water.

"Samuel, if you have any tasks lately, just let me know! I've got plenty of free time," she said with a grin. "Do you think we should get a studio space?"

I looked at her, surprised, and she quickly waved her hands again, "I was just bringing it up. If you don't think it's necessary, just forget I mentioned it."

I chuckled. "Relax! You don't have to hold back with me. Just tell me whatever's on your mind."

"As for a studio, we'll probably need one eventually, but maybe not right now. We're just getting started, and… well, I don't know when…"

My voice trailed off when I saw her expression shift, a faint frown suggesting she didn't want me to finish that sentence.

So, with a half-smile, I softened my tone as I said, "Maybe we'll look into it in a few months."

"Alright," she nodded. Then she smiled, pulling out a small bundle of cash. "These are the savings I've gathered recently, plus the share you gave me. Just take it—it's for emergencies."