"Why do you ask that?"
Clyde immediately furrowed his brows. The foam was still on his hands as his knuckles turned white gripping the plate.
He was clearly displeased.
Hannah could sense the obvious shift in his mood.
She knew she shouldn't have asked that question.
But she wanted to know.
She needed an answer from Clyde.
"Who will you marry?"
It was more of a self-reflection than a question.
Who would Clyde marry?
Hannah stood at the kitchen door while Clyde was by the sink. They were just a few meters apart, but suddenly it felt as though a vast chasm had opened between them, completely separating them.
Clyde didn't want to answer this foolish question.
He lowered his head and continued washing the dishes forcefully as if he were trying to crush them.
As curious as Hannah w
