Henry swiftly pocketed his phone and headed to the doorway to offer slippers to Sophie, effortlessly setting aside her high heels. To any outsider, his actions might be dubbed as that of a "whipped" man, but in his heart, it was just his profound love for his wife.
"Dinner’s ready. Wash up and let's eat," he said, making his way towards the kitchen.
"Hold on, I need to ask you something," Sophie called out, settling onto the sofa.
Henry paused, turning to find Sophie’s face etched with seriousness, causing his heart to race with trepidation. "What's up? Why the grave look?" he inquired.
“Are these Ava Evans concert tickets from you?” Sophie asked, holding up the three tickets.
“Uh...no. Why would you think that?” Henry feigned surprise, looking genuinely shocked.
Truthfully, Sophie h
