1 couldn’t hold it anymore and ran to the restroom, retching violently at the sink.
When I finally regained my composure and turned around, spotted Tyler holding the baby a short distance away, chatting and laughing with Mindy.
As if he remembered something, Tyler turned to the car and retrieved a grapefruit. “This is your favorite, right? I brought it just for you. Let me peel it for you to try.”
Seeing this scene, my heart clenched for a moment.
So, he hadn’t forgotten after all.
Mindy wrinkled her nose in mild distaste.
“I don’t want this. I feel like having some soup.”
Mindy, acting like a spoiled wife, pouted at Tyler.
Tyler seemed to relish it, nodding indulgently.
“Wait here, then.”
It had started raining steadily, and the store was at least a hundred yards away. The rain grew heavier, yet Tyler strode off determinedly into the downpour to get it for her.
Watching him march off, rain drenching him, a cold droplet slid down my cheek.
I suddenly remembered the early days of our relationship.
Back then, Tyler braved a storm just to bring me my favorite mango mousse. However, after we got married, such gestures became less frequent.
He used to say, “We’re husband and wife now. There’s no need for all that unnecessary effort.”
So, what was today’s display supposed to mean? Charging into the rain for his dear little sister?
I wiped my face and watched as Tyler returned, soaked, carrying a steaming bowl of soup. Since Mindy was
holding the baby, Tyler fed her, one bite at a time.
Smiling, I approached them and asked, “Is it good?
