Chapter 42

MAY. There's a saying that when your husband is being nicer than normal, getting you flowers and gifts way more than usual, he's done something wrong. Well, my husband who has been grumpy for days came home with a bouquet. I'm currently staring at it with suspicion. I raise my gaze to his face and his cheeks are a little red. "What did you do?" Ethan gives me a sheepish smile that has my suspicion growing. "I thought you'd like it, so I purchased it." Tentatively, I take it from him, and he brings his free hand from where it's been hiding behind his back, and there's a box of chocolate and another tiny suede box. There's definitely something going on. "Is it that bad?" Ethan arches a brow. "Not following." "What you did, is it that bad?" He chuckles, shutting the door behind him. "Can't I get something for my wife?" I turn around, barefoot tapping the floor as I stomp over to the store in search of an empty vase. "You did say in the contract that--" "Fuck the contract, May. H