I never forgot who I was—a worker.
Sophie chewed on her steak, looking up with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong? You don't like it here?"
"Of course not," I shook my head. "I just feel like I've been here too long. It's like I'm turning into a vegetable."
I was more used to being busy.
Sophie gave me a strange look, then speared another piece of steak and, while chewing, mumbled through the meat, "There will be plenty more days like this."
I didn't catch that last part. I looked at her, confused. "What was that?"
"Nothing," Sophie waved it off, then casually placed a piece of steak on my plate.
Ever since she confessed her feelings, her behavior had become bolder.
If anyone who didn't know us saw us together, they'd probably think we were a couple.
I had tried to get Sophie to tone it down, but she didn't seem to care.
I considered myself a normal man, and in all honesty, with Sophie being so beautiful, charming, and playful, I couldn't completely ignore her advances.
Finally, when it was time to head back, I received a call from the boss the moment I stepped off the plane.
"Lucas, you've worked hard these past few days. Take a few days to rest, and we'll talk about the project when you're back."
To be honest, I felt guilty talking to the boss.
After all, during this time, I'd practically been acting like a couple with her daughter.
Back home, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the door closed tightly. It seemed Amanda had already left.
But as soon as I opened the door, there she was—Amanda, in an apron, sitting on the couch, watching TV, looking completely at ease.
When she saw me, she jumped up in excitement.
"You're back?"
My good mood instantly evaporated.
"What are you still doing here?"
Amanda looked at me with a wounded expression.
"I've been waiting for you to come back. You weren't answering my calls, and I thought you weren't coming home..."
"It doesn't matter whether I come back or not, does it?" I replied flatly.
I didn't feel sorry for her.
In the past, I would wait at home for Amanda to return, but now it was her turn to experience what it felt like.
"A month's gone by... when are you going to file for divorce?"