That smile was so unfair. We ended up laughing together and I was quite relieved that he wasn’t offended by what I just said. I wondered if he meant it, though, about wanting to be a househusband. I felt like his job was something that he could be proud of, and I had no idea why he didn’t seem to love it. I stared at Ace for a while longer as I leaned against the counter.
No, there’s no way that I can work and feed someone who lives a life like Ace Hills.
“Take a seat at the table. I’ll serve you food,” Ace said.
“I’ll help you,” I quickly offered.
“No need. Just sit down, Rina,” Ace refused as he waved me towards the long marble dining table in the room.
