The air between them suddenly felt heavy.
Rhysand, usually emotionally guarded, had an expression Ariel couldn't quite read—his gaze grew colder and more distant.
"What's wrong with you?" Ariel asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.
After a long pause, Rhysand responded in his usual flat tone, "Nothing."
Without waiting for a response, he turned and left the room.
Ariel let out a small sigh of relief and called after him, "There's a fish in the fridge. Can we have steamed fish for dinner?"
Rhysand, who was halfway out the door, came back with a packet of instant noodles and placed it on the table.
Ariel's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Instant noodles for dinner? What about the fish?"
Rhysand remained silent and walked away again, leaving Ariel staring at the table in disbelief.
Usually, he would cook something delicious, something she liked.
