"Sweetheart, why are you here? You didn't even tell me you were coming—were you trying to surprise me?"
Aiden tried to stay calm, completely unaware that there was still a vivid lipstick mark on his face.
Julia suddenly smiled. "I brought you lunch. I didn't tell you in advance. Are you disappointed?"
"Of course not. My wife bringing me food—I'd be happy, not disappointed. Where would that even come from?"
Aiden poured her a glass of water and helped her sit down. "You must be tired. I actually just went downstairs to eat, and I didn't expect you to care so much that you'd bring me lunch yourself."
"You just went downstairs to eat? How did it feel—sneaking a meal?"
Julia's expression was perfectly calm, so much so that Aiden thought she was simply talking about food.
"I just grabbed something quickly. You know I've been busy lately. Maybe I haven't taken good enough care of your feelings. I'm sorry, sweetheart."
