By admin Hearing my husband’s inner voice Ch 1
I heard my husband’s thoughts
New Year’s Eve, and my husband Mike told me he needed to have dinner with Emma, his childhood friend. “Don’t wait up,” he said.
But then I heard his thoughts:
[Baby, get jealous and say you want to come! If you ask, I’ll take you along so you’ll see it’s just a business meeting with Emma and several guys!]
[Why aren’t you saying anything? You called your ex’s name when you were drunk last night. Planning to rekindle that old flame?]
[You only married me for the business merger. You don’t love me at all.]
[You’re probably already thinking about divorce so you can run back to your ex.]
[Fine! I’ll have divorce papers drawn up tomorrow. I’ll be the one to stop loving you first!]
I was about to head upstairs, but turned around instead. I grabbed him by the arm as he’d been fussing with his shoes for ten minutes and said coolly:
“You’re not going. Family dinner is with me tonight.”
1
My husband in his black down jacket frowned slightly.
His eyes lingered on our clasped hands, and for a moment, his lips curved upward.
Then quickly dropped back into a straight line.
He pushed my hand away and said flatly:
“Be good. It’s just a business meeting. Mr. Wilson and the others will be there too. I’ll be back soon.”
His cold demeanor made me doubt whether I’d actually heard his thoughts at all.
I rubbed my chin, unsure what he really wanted.
Until his thoughts rang out again—
[She backed off as soon as she heard Mr. Wilson would be there. Afraid he won’t invest in Johnson Enterprises if I don’t show up?]
[Hmph, clearly money and business matter more to her than I do.]
[I’m just a tool for her to make money and secure investments.]
As these thoughts faded, Mike gave me an expressionless glance and turned to open the door.
Tsk, such a contradictory man.
On the surface, he wears that cold, indifferent face like he doesn’t care about anyone, while inside his head, he’s drowning in his own overthinking.
But I happen to love forcing affection on him.
It’s the perfect counter to his brooding nature.
I grabbed the remote from the counter and locked the mansion’s main door.
I firmly took Mike’s hand and pulled him toward the kitchen, my tone demanding:
“You’re not going! You need to cook for me.
“All the housekeepers went home for the holiday. If you leave, what will I eat?”