Ian Quincy threw back the covers, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom. The rinsing cup was filled with water, and toothpaste had already been squeezed out.
'These were the toiletries that guy had prepared for him. When they were brought back last night, the plastic wrapping hadn't even been taken off.'
'And she unwrapped them.'
His heart swelled at the thought of her using those small, fair hands to fill his cup and squeeze out the toothpaste for him.
'So this is what it's like to have a wife. It doesn't just put you in a good mood; you get taken care of, too.'
'No wonder that guy kept her completely under wraps.'
'Thankfully, fate had intervened.'
'And brought us together.'
After washing up, Ian Quincy walked to the dining room.
On the table was a stack of egg pancakes, their aroma rich and fragrant.
They were a beautiful golden-brown, garnished with chopped green onions and black sesame seeds. Just looking at them was enough to make one's mouth water.
"Cecilia."
