Coward

6

There was no difference in my life after James and I got married.

We slept separately.

And that was great.

The big house was much better than my one-bedroom apartment.

I had thought James was a night owl and never got up early, but actually, he had a regular daily routine, and he also had meals on time. Living with him, I benefited a lot.

However, after half a month, I refused to let James drive me to and from work.

Everyone in the company was saying that I had hooked up with a wealthy guy.

After knowing this, James frowned and threw the Cayenne key to me, saying, "Then you should drive yourself."

Wasn't that ridiculous?

How could I drive a car better than the department director's?

"I don't like this car's color, so if you're not going to drive it, just leave it there."

"If you don't like it, why did you buy a pink one?"

James gave me a glance and didn't say anything.

I suddenly understood. He must have planned to give it to Emma, but he didn't.