Something Has Changed

"Thomas!" slightly irritated by the silent treatment from her husband, Phoebe's voice slightly raised.

She stayed up this late, she waited for him for hours, constantly worrying about his safety, and now he'll just ignore her?!

Phoebe instantly marched towards her husband and faced him. Breathing for a few times to relax, then she asked. "Tell me Honey, where have you been this late? Was it tough at work? Why are you drunk?" pushing back the doubts in her mind, Phoebe decided to listen to his explanation.

Finally, there was a response this time. Thomas sighed before holding his wife's small hands. "Sorry Honey, something came up at the office. I'm really tired, can I please rest now?" Phoebe wasn't convinced, she has a feeling that there's more to it. Something felt wrong but she decided not to press any further.

'Maybe he's really tired, and so am I. I'm exhausted that's why I'm having these thoughts.' Phoebe sighed at the thought and tried to smile gently.

"Is that so?" she said in a low voice looking straight at her husband's eyes. "Let's rest then." and with that, both of them started walking to their bedroom.

Despite the opposition from Thomas' family, their relationship as husband and wife have always been good— even better. And throughout the years, he's been treating her with great care, love, and patience. Consistency is something that he never lacked.

That's why when he started to change little by little for the past month, Phoebe can't help but be bothered. Something has changed, that's for sure. She can't just pinpoint what exactly is it.

And tonight, just like the usual, she just let it pass in fear of knowing the truth. She might lose him, that's something she could never afford to happen.

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With a sweet smile on her face, Phoebe continued to watch her flowers grow in the garden. Despite having a gardener, she will still always find a time to tend to them personally.

She love the feeling of satisfaction as she see them grow little by little under her care. These flowers are like her own child.

"Madam, the Sir is back." Anna then came and informed her with a smile.

The older woman is well aware that the Madam would be very much happy to know that her husband is already home.

As expected, Phoebe instantly beemed after hearing the news. "Really?" Today, she was the one who cooked their lunch since Thomas promised her to go home, that's why she's been looking forward for his arrival.

Instantly, Phoebe left the garden and retreated back inside the mansion striding towards the dining hall. "Honey!" she called out happily as she approached him, enveloping him in a hug.

"How's work?" she asked as she released him and just instead left a kiss on his cheek.

The man smiled at his happy wife, "It's okay. The problem about the stocks have been solved and cleared out." hearing her husband's reply, Phoebe sighed in relief.

Finally, maybe that problem was the reason behind her husband's unusual behavior these past weeks. And now that it's solved, it seemed as though he's back to his usual self.

'This is good, such a relief.' She thought.

"That's good." As they approached the dining table, "I cooked your favorites." Phoebe sweetly said, like a teenager trying to impress her crush.

Well, Phoebe married young. She was only 19 when they got married, while Thomas was 23. At age 22, she's nearing her 3rd anniversary of being married.

"Hmm. Smells good babe, looks like I'll be able to get back all the fats that I lost." Thomas grinned cheekily as he gave her a back hug while taking in the aromatic smell of the foods.

"Indeed, you're still that same Ms. Chef I met." he suddenly uttered, normally, she would blush and feel giddy everytime he'll say that, but for some reason she oddly feel bad hearing that from him right now.

But she doesn't want to ruin this moment with her useless thoughts so she pushed those at the back of her mind. "You're flattering me, I'm not that good at cooking." she jokingly said.

They sat down after that and proceeded to eat, and Phoebe made sure to treasure every moment of it.