She was already stressed after cooking the meals. There was money to hire any chef of their choice and they were capable of placing the order online but no, Josh would bluntly kick against that. All because he didn't have any atom of trust for anybody.
She was sweating as she was finished with the meals.
They were served by her on the dining table and she couldn't stop checking the time.
"I'm done" she announced, almost in a whispering tone to her husband, who was already engrossed with the television he was watching.
He heard her well and took his eyes off the television.
He stood up, walking to the dining room where he met the food neatly arranged.
"Sit down," he instructed.
"I'm not hungry" she humbly denied as she checked the wall clock again, trying to keep track of the time.
