Chapter 376

“Were you hoping that I’d never come home? Or did you not want to come home to this house at all?” he questioned icily.

Jeanette was confused. “What are you talking about?”

His clothes smelled of dried mud, wet from the rain, and dried naturally. She was beginning to wonder if he had rolled around in the mud.

Of course, she never would have imagined that he would debase himself and personally push his car, just to arrive home in time for her birthday. The rear end of the tire had splattered m