I focused intently on kneading the dough in front of me while keeping a watchful eye on the soup simmering nearby. I had dinner preparations in mind, hoping we could discuss the reason for his annoyance.
It was clear he was upset, and while I attempted to remain composed, I never anticipated he would take it out on me. I was only expressing concern for him, yet he acted as if I had committed a major offense. My eyebrows furrowed as I pressed my fingers into the dough, working it back and forth.
Suddenly, I felt strong arms around my waist, his familiar scent filling the air. He seemed to have regained his composure, but the silence was infuriating.
How could he return as if nothing had happened, wrapping me in his embrace?
"Excuse me," I said firmly, trying to break free from his hold. But he kept me there, and my annoyance deepened.
"I'm sorry," he finally admitted. "I wasn't in the right state of mind, and I apologize for how it affected you."
