Chapter 7
“That’s in the past. No need to talk about it anymore,” Ines said. She thought to herself, why was this guy so persistent? He was more stubborn than her.
“We got married on a whim, not knowing each other well. I’m trying to learn everything about you, Mrs. Meyer, so please cooperate.”
Ines felt annoyed. She never thought of herself as a dull person. She wasn’t particularly eloquent but could persuade tricky and annoying customers. But why was she left speechless of all days?
Ines had a growing feeling of unease. She knew she would lose to this man.
Ethan stared at her, and she had no choice but to answer, “It happened a few times, I guess.”
“How many times exactly?”
Ines looked at Ethan, “Mr. Meyer, is it good to dwell on the past?”
“Indeed, it’s not good, except for things that harm a couple’s relationship. For things that can strengthen our bond, it doesn’t matter.”
Ines reluctantly said, “Three times.”
It had been a long time since she had encountered any troublemakers. There were a lot of attackers in the first two years. Once, she kicked a guy’s balls so hard that he couldn’t walk. Since she became quite famous in the area, very few dared to harass her.
Of course, she wouldn’t tell Ethan about these things. It wasn’t something to be proud of. She was afraid it would lead to another lecture.
Ethan didn’t say anything. He quietly looked at Ines briefly, then put his hand on her shoulder, applying gentle pressure, “Trust me, I won’t let you go through this again. You’re not alone anymore; you have me.”
Ines felt the unfamiliar masculine scent in her nostrils, a hint of cool mint. The sudden intimacy made her body stiffen. She remembered they were married and relaxed. “Are you done with your work?”
“Yeah, I’m done. I’ll come back home with you tomorrow to meet your family. Now let’s go eat something together.”
“Haven’t you eaten?” Ines looked up from his embrace.
There was a flash of light in Ethan’s beautiful eyes, “Can I take this as your concern for me?”
Ines wanted to say it was just a polite greeting. Seeing his hopeful expression, she couldn’t bear to, so she just nodded and asked, “What do you want to eat?”
“I’m not picky, and I’m not familiar with this place, Mrs. Meyer. Just take me to eat whatever you like.”
It was the perfect time for the food vendors. Ines thought for a moment, then unconsciously took the man’s hand and walked towards a small alley.
Ethan looked at Ines holding his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
After several turns, Ines took Ethan to a taco stand. The owners were a Mexican couple, and their tacos were very authentic. The stand was always packed every night, and Ines often had to have hers as take–out. Today, they were lucky; there was still a small table available.
“Izzy, did you work overtime again tonight?” the owner asked enthusiastically.
Ines smiled, nodded, then asked Ethan, “Can you handle spicy food?”
“So–so.”
“Boss, give us a mildly spicy dish.”
The owner’s wife looked at Ines, then Ethan, and smiled mischievously, “Alright, you two have a seat. It’ll be ready soon.”
