A Cold Wife, Sweet Husband

―If you marry Jonathan, you'll be my aunt.―Let's not discuss that yet. As I said, I need to see if he wants to court me first.―Alright. Mary looked at the clock. ―I better get home. After Jessica showed her out, she returned to the kitchen.

―So, can I help make a pizza too? she asked. Jim smiled. ―Sure. Roll up your sleeves and I'll teach you what I know. She did as instructed. She and Constance rolled out their dough. ―Are we going to eat all of these pizzas? she wondered. Constance chuckled.

―Mine may not be edible when it's done. I burnt a bowl of soup one time. It stuck to the pan. I didn't realize liquids could evaporate when left to boil too long. The doorbell chimed. ―I better get that. Constance wiped her hands on her apron before she went to get the front door. ―I think I'm ready for the sauce, Jessica announced.

―What ingredients do I mix in together? As he told her, she carefully measured out what to put in the bowl. She stirred the mixture together. He took a clean spoon and dipped it in the bowl so he could test it. ―You got it just right! The door opened and Brad gasped when he saw them.

―Get away from her! he barked at Jim. ―Brad, what do you think you're doing? she demanded as he pushed Jim aside. ―You're fired, he told Jim. Turning to her, he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her out of the kitchen.

―Mr. Allen, Jim was teaching us how to cook a pizza, Constance quickly explained. ―A likely story, he scoffed, not pausing on his way to the staircase. ―Unhand me, you buffoon! Jessica screamed as she struggled to pull away from him. As he reached the first step, she managed to break free from him.

Jim and Constance ran after them. ―But Mr. Allen, I have no interest in your wife and she has no interest in me, Jim argued. ―You are jumping to conclusions.―Didn't I just fire you? Brad snapped. He ran after Jessica and grabbed her around the waist. He picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. ―Oh really!she yelled in disbelief. ―This is barbaric treatment! ―She and Jim are innocent, Constance pressed.

―Check out the kitchen and you'll see that I was making a pizza too. Why just look at my apron! There's flour all over it.―Nice try to cover up for my sister but it won't work, Brad stated. ―Where is Mr. Monroe?―He's at his uncle's working on the investment proposal, the woman answered him, too stunned to stop him as he Jessica his sister up the stairs.

―The poor man has no idea what's going on in his own house, he muttered. ―But, sir. Be reasonable, Constance insisted as she began to climb the steps. He spun around. Jessica had to duck before her head hit the wall. ―Don't follow me! he ordered. Jim and Constance immediately backed away from the staircase. Jessica ducked again as he turned back around.

―Watch where you're flinging me, she told him. ―You would do better to watch your virtue. He finished storming up the steps and found Leo's bedroom. He threw her on the bed and started searching for something.

―You're impossible! She stood up to leave the room, but he picked her up and dropped her on the bed. ―I'll sit on you if I have to.―Oh, the nerve! He crossed his arms and glared at her. ―Brad, be serious. Do you honestly think I would cheat on my husband?