After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my husband and daughter

Chapter 203

She said men never really grow up emotionally they were just big boys who needed someone to rein them in. But at the time, was so wrapped up ind the bliss of being in love that I didn’t take any of her advice to heart

After we got married, I basically let Jared do whatever he pleased, I figured, if you couldn’t keep a dog on a leash, sooner or later it’d get into troub

And back then, I was so naive. I thought everyone went to those clubs just to have fun, and Jared actually believed he was only there for fruit platters. Now, all I could do was shrug and laugh at myself.

The kitchen was alive with the sizzling and popping of stir–fry, oil crackling in the pan. After six years as a housewife, I’d gotten pretty talented in the kitchen, I had everything on the table in no time. –

Right then, the doorbell rang. My parents glanced at ine, and I rushed over to open it. Sure enough, Jared was standing outside. He paused for a moment when he saw me wearing an apron.

Maybe seeing me like this reminded him of all those times I used to bustle around the kitchen at home. I wondered if it made him feel annoyed with ma

all over again.

“What are you doing here?” asked coolly

“Just came by to see your parents,” Jared replied, holding up some

was haunting me like a ghost

a

walked over and said, “Jared, since you’re

let him in. As Jared walked past me, he

the middle of a divorce, since things hadn’t turned nasty, he still

all the trouble between me and Victoria,” Jared said, raising his glass. “Let me drink three as an

Mariah, I’m

dinner, not some business party. No need for all that,” my dad quickly stopped him,

parents talking with Jared. He really knew how to

just had a

wanting him out of

up an excuse about needing some sauce and dragged

waited for the elevator, Jared said quietly, “Victoria, it’s been a while since I had a meal you made.

since you saw me in an apron, too.

his expression serious. “No, even with the apron,

different?” I asked offhandedly as I stepped into the elevator with him

a little bold. He lowered his voice, “You never used to cook in your