4

I didn't go to the hospital at night, but chose to lie down at home and enjoy a moment of peace. However, in the early hours of the morning, Hannah's phone call broke the peace.

"Steven, Hannah is drunk, can you come out and greet her?" It was Yuri's voice on the other end of the line. I hung up immediately.

A few minutes later, the two of them came back from outside, Hannah was drunk. Yuri put his arm around her waist, dragged her and held her until she came back.

"Oh, sorry Steven , you see my hands are shaking easily when I drink too much." He said provocatively, "If I accidentally touch the wrong place, please don't mind it!"

When he saw me standing in the living room, he held Hannah tightly in his arms to show off. I glanced at him indifferently and said, "Of course I don't mind. You guys take your time, I'm going to sleep first."

I yawned and walked away nonchalantly. Through the reflection of the glass, I saw the shock on Yuri's face. But it was too early to be shocked.

After a night of rest, I was woken up early the next morning. Hannah slammed the door of the room and yelled: "Steven, are you dead? I'm drunk and you don't know what to do? Hurry up and cook!"

In the past, I might have gone out to comfort her and made her favorite food to please her. But I won't do that now.

I opened the door with a yawn and glanced at Hannah indifferently . There were still marks on her neck from last night's madness. In the past, I might have wasted my energy, but now I don't care so much.

"I still have things to do, just let your Yuri do it for you." I put on my clothes and went to brush my teeth and wash my face.

Hannah was stunned, then angrily asked, "Steven, what do you mean? Are you giving me the cold shoulder?"

I glanced at her and said, "Are you overthinking it? I'm just going to the company to handle the docking business."

She frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Then can't we cook first? You know Yuri can't cook, and how can he, a grown man, cook?"

Hannah snorted. I sneered in my heart: If he can't cook, I can?

"I remind you not to forget that I agreed to marry you because you said you would cook for me for the rest of my life. Otherwise, how could I have ever gotten engaged to you?" She snorted heavily again.

I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to her. "I'm leaving now. Mr. Johnson will be at the company soon. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it when we get to the company." I left immediately.

Outside, Yuri came out of my old bedroom, still wearing my pajamas. "Sorry, Steven , I was drunk and didn't go home last night." He said with a smile, "As a result, when I woke up, I found that my clothes were washed by Hannah . I can only change yours. You don't mind, right?" He looked at me with a smile, his eyes full of provocation. Hannah was staring at me covetously, as if warning me to try to get angry.

I curled my lips and looked at Yuri and said, "They are all second-hand items. What's there to mind?"

"That's good..." Yuri nodded with satisfaction. But this hurt Hannah somehow. "Steven, who are you calling second-hand?"