Chapter 7

Taehyung did not know what to reply. He massaged the space between his eyebrows and accepted the message request.

[Hubby, will you be home for dinner?] Catherine sent another text within seconds.

Taehyung : [No. Don't call me that.]

Cathypot: [Fine then, I'll call you Shaunny. It's a cute name.]

He did not know what else to say.

Later that night.

The group of people was enjoying dinner in the interestingly designed courtyard-style restaurant.

The bunch of lawyers exchanged their opinions on the new cases recently taken in by the law firm.

Taehyung listened absent-mindedly when he heard a notification alert on his phone again.

Catherine sent him a picture. Under the illumination of the soft yellow lights, the chubby cat was indulging itself in a small treat of dried fish.

Cathypot: [ Tae tae, don't worry about us. I'm taking such good care of little Fudge.]

The time was 9:30 p.m.

The passcode entered unlocked the door. Taehyung was evidently stunned the second he set foot into the house.

It appeared that his house had undergone a complete makeover. The couch was decorated with peacock blue cushions. The white dining table was covered in a green table cloth with a wave pattern. A glass vase filled with pink hydrangeas sat quietly above it.

The entire house was decorated with green plants and fresh flowers. There were also several hanging baskets out on the balcony.

Was this still his house?

"Tae tae, you're home."

Catherine walked out of the guestroom wearing a long sleeve silk sleeping gown. Several white bunnies were printed on the red material of the gown.

Her thick and long brunette hair that was the color of milk tea was draped over her shoulders. Beneath the hem of her gown were her fair legs.

Taehyung 's eyes darkened. "Who allowed you to dress like that around here?" The brows on his forehead twitched into a frown as he said sternly.

"Like what?" The woman swirled innocently. "All the young girls go out in the streets dressed like this. What's wrong about it?"

He did not know where to look. Indeed, she was not wearing revealing clothes, but she was also not wearing anything underneath.

The man averted his gaze. "I agreed to let you move in, but I didn't give you permission to do this to my house."

"Isn't this better? It was too empty before that it didn't even feel cozy like a home should." Catherine showed him her palm. "Look, I even have a few cuts on my palm from moving the plants around."

"You deserve it."

He uttered softly before retreating to his room.

Annoyed, she pulled a face at his departing silhouette.

7:00 a.m. the following day.

Taehyung 's biological clock woke him up early every morning at the same time. He bumped into the woman who was brushing her teeth in the bathroom.

"Good morning, Taehyung . Are you going for a morning run?"

"Yeah."

Shaun was a little surprised.

Young women her age were not normally early risers.

"Well, don't get breakfast before you come home. I'll prepare something for you," she spoke like a proper housewife, "It's more hygienic than store-bought food."

He frowned. "No need for that. When are you planning to move?"

Her pretty face froze for a split second. "Although we're married, I don't want to get too involved with you. Don't waste your time on me because I'm not interested in you at all," he replied.

Then, he left the house.

Catherine stood there motionless in the living room for a brief moment. Quickly, she collected herself and started making breakfast.

The man returned after jogging around the park. A delicious smell came from the kitchen, making him hungry in an instant.

"I made breakfast. There are churros and cinnamon rolls..."

"I don't like sweet things for breakfast."

He refused coldly. The straightforward remark he made earlier this morning was meant to drive her out of the house. Unexpectedly, she stayed behind and even made him breakfast.

Taehyung retrieved a carton of fresh milk from the fridge.

Regardless, she had no problem enjoying the food herself.

She returned to the kitchen to continue making churros.

He appeared a few seconds later to warm up the milk. From the corners of his eyes, he noticed the woman shaping the dough into several long sticks in a practiced manner before placing them into the hot oil. Within seconds, golden logs floated to the top of the oil. They released a delicious smell that attacked his nostrils.

A hint of light flashed across his eyes.

This skill must have been acquired from years of practice.

He shifted his gaze downward. Beautiful cinnamon rolls with chocolate swirls were baking in the hot oven.

Catherine noticed him staring and playfully picked up a churro, waving it in front of his eyes. "Taehyung , are you sure you don't want a taste of this?"

"Not interested."

He averted his gaze and placed the milk inside the microwave. Then, as if out of habit, he placed a piece of bacon between two slices of toast and shoved in a handful of lettuce. He started munching on the sandwich by the dining table.

The sandwich in his mouth suddenly tasted bland when he thought of the golden brown churros.

Right then, the woman reappeared from the kitchen and placed a whole feast in front of his eyes. Churros, cinnamon rolls, pancakes, a cup of hot chocolate...

Taehyung twitched his brows into a deep frown as she blinked innocently. "Taehyung , you don't mind me eating here, do you?"

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