Robert went to his wife when he saw her coming back and held the umbrella above her head.
Madison didn't expect him to wait for her in the rain with an umbrella as if they were an affectionate couple.
For a moment, she didn't know how to react.
"What's wrong? Is Cecelia okay?" He asked anxiously.
"She's fine," Madison sneered at herself, "I just didn't expect you'd come to pick me up."
"After all, we've been married for decades." Robert dropped his eyelids, looking a little embarrassed—that did not match his status and age.
Madison forced a smile.
"Madison, I know," he sighed, "There's a lot I've done wrong. We've been fighting and bickering since we were young, but after all these years, I'm tired... Whatever you may think, you're my wife, and we're going to spend the rest of our life together."
Madison's eyes turned red. If only her husband had said that to her earlier.
