Brett seemed to be in a good mood after coming on vacation, not as irritable and indifferent as he was before they left. Seeing him like this, Erin started calculating. She decided to apologize to him, as long as he could drop the idea of getting her pregnant.
When he went into the bathroom to wash up, she followed him in. The two stood side by side in front of the sink, brushing their teeth. Glancing at him occasionally, she cautiously said, "I was wrong," adopting a tone of negotiation.
Brett frowned at her, his mouth full of toothpaste, and ignored her.
She was a little helpless. "I don't want to have children. You can do whatever you want. Anyway, it's my fault, okay?"
He still didn't speak until he finished rinsing his mouth and put the cup and toothbrush back in place. "Your mout
