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At eight o'clock in the evening, Charles Smith came home for the first time. He was carrying a bucket of chicken soup, put it on the dining table, and went to the kitchen to find a bowl. After filling a bowl of soup, he handed it to me kindly, " Sunny made it specially for you, drink some to nourish yourself." I gently pushed it away, "No, I'm afraid she will drug me." Charles Smith was obviously angry with me, but he held back.

He sat next to me and put my cold hand in his palm, "Don't be angry, wife. I was wrong, don't divorce, okay?" I stared at him, gently pulled my hand back, and put it on the hot pack, "If you fire Sunny , I can consider it." I was born with a cold body, and my hands and feet are cold all year round. Charles Smith used to put my hands and feet in his arms to warm them, but later this habit gradually disappeared. Of course, I don't need it anymore. I have a hot pack, what else do I need a man for?

As expected, he stood up and said, "Linda, can't this matter be turned over? She was introduced by Mr. Jones. How can I explain to Mr. Jones if I fire her? Besides, her family is poor and the whole family depends on her salary. If I fire her, won't it cut off the family's livelihood?" I drank a sip of water. The hot water was much more comfortable than this man. I squinted and felt it for a while, and told him, "Actually, I was just teasing you." He put away his anger, and his eyebrows showed a rare tenderness recently. I pulled the corner of my mouth, "Even if you fire her, I still have to leave." I held the hot water bottle and the water cup and went back to the room. The sound of him pacing in circles came from the living room. If it were in the past, I would listen to the friction between his shoes and the floor, and guess how anxious he was. But now, I put on earplugs and fell asleep quietly in just a dozen seconds.