Hearing my husband’s inner voice Ch 3

Hearing my husband’s inner voice Ch 3

Hearing this, my stir-frying motion froze.

I glared at the daydreaming Mike with exasperation.

This stupid man.

So that’s why Jenna suddenly became so generous, buying that new car without hesitation.

Please! If he had given me that Maserati, I would have been so happy I might have jumped up and kissed him!

When he gave me the perfume, he was so awkward about it.

First pretending to accidentally leave it in the car, then the driver gave it to the butler, passing through several hands.

By the time it reached me, it was already the next day.

Made me think it was someone’s unwanted trash.

I was annoyed.

I’ll punish him by making him eat extra pork knuckle.

With a cold face, I added another box of rock sugar to the caramelized pork.

Mike was helping me, and frowned slightly: “You already added sugar. It will be too sweet.”

I maintained my poker face: “It’s fine. You’ll eat it all.”

Maybe the kitchen was too hot, but Mike’s face turned bright red.

Then he turned and walked out.

Just when I thought he was angry, I heard his thoughts again—

[She’s cooking for me for the first time. I can’t disappoint her.]

[I’ll go back to the room for an insulin shot, then come back and eat all the pork knuckle she made.]

The spatula in my hand nearly dropped along with the entire pan.

Three years of marriage, with separate bedrooms the whole time.

Mike had diabetes, and I never even knew.