Ruth

"i thought you were working. How long have you been standing there?" ruth asked surprised by his sudden appearance.

"i was until someone decided to burn the food," he said giving me a side eye as he took out two eggs from the fridge and took out a new pan from the cupboard.

"And then I also heard you screaming so I had to see if you were hurt." he smirked as he looked at me.

"Screaming. I didn't scream." ruth said leaning on the counter drinking the orange juice. Watching her husband moving around the kitchen with ease. "Are you referring to me singing?" she asked bristling at him.

"From what I could see it looked like screaming to me." scoffing she glared at him, walking behind him she clenched her fist and puched the air behind him she so much wanted to bury it in his face, but she cannot.

She is his fake wife. If she breaks character now, he will get suspicious of her.

"Whatever you are thinking of doing, don't. I am making you omelets after all or do you want the burned ones you just made." he said without turning back. Clearing her throat ruth turned away, "what? I was not doing anything."

Following the delicious smell of the butter she went to sit on the stool behind the counter. ruth was so hungry her stomach grumbled as the butter sizzled on the pan. As he poured the eggs on the pan she sighed her mouthwatering.

As the eggs cooked, ethan took out his phone, watching something. "you should focus on the eggs, what if they get burned," ruth reminded him.

With a scathing look from Ethan had her shut up.

Within a minute a plate was shoved infront of her, she took it eagerly swollowing down the still hot omelet. It took her only a minute to scarf down the whole thing.

"is that all you can cook?" ruth asked sad that it was over.

"no." he replied.

"We have something to discuss. And I knew you would want more food, so I ordered food. So focus on what I have to say."

After cleaning the counter and putting the dishes in the dishwasher he moved to sit in front of me.

"what do you want to discuss?" I asked crossing my legs.

His eyes flicked to my legs and they stayed there for a moment.

"ethan?" he looked up there was a slight hint of pink on his chheks. "my eyes are up here." I said smirking.

Clearing his throat, he glared at me.

"My parents are coming tomorrow."