Chapter 1708 Wife is Angry, How to Soothe Her
In the bedroom, Julia sat with her legs bent, her forehead resting on her knees, motionless.
He said he wanted to talk. Talk about what? How to scold her? How to humiliate her?
There was no sound inside, and Elliott was extremely annoyed. "I admit, what I did last night was excessive, but I was angry that you deceived me. You clearly went to Garth's house last night but lied about having a social engagement. You even said you wouldn't come home. Of course, I would overthink."
"Come out, let's have a proper talk."
"Are you still in pain? Do you need to go to the hospital? I'll go with you."
The only response was silence.
Elliott returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and held his head in frustration.
After a moment, he took out his phone and searched online: [Wife is angry, how to appease her.]
Who knows which expert posed the question, but there were many answers from netizens.
For example, apologize, whether it's your fault or your wife's, you have to apologize.
For example, give her a necklace or flowers.
For example, let her hit you and scold you.
For example, take her out for a nice meal.
For example, kiss her.
Elliott, who hadn't dated in years, was troubled by these suggestions.
Just as he was feeling lost, Derek sent a message on Facebook: [Elliott, did you find Julia's address? Is she home? Aaron said she seemed to have a fever and didn't go to work today.]
Elliott: [Found it.]
Derek: [That's good.]
Elliott was silent.
Not good at all.
He gritted his teeth, started typing again, but then deleted it, feeling it wasn't right.
Derek, who was at the park with Laura and their child, saw the "typing" indicator repeatedly.
After five minutes, the other side was still typing, and Derek was speechless.
"Derek, you said you wanted to come here, but you're on your phone the whole time." Laura angrily pinched his waist.
Derek felt a bruise forming on his waist, "Ouch, ouch, ouch."
"Who told you to be glued to your phone?" Laura frowned. "Are you tired of being with me and Maeve? If you don't like coming, just say so. Next time, I'll bring Maeve with my mom."
"I love being with you and Maeve the most." Derek quickly said, "I'm messaging Elliott. He's been typing but hasn't sent anything. Isn't that strange?"
Laura leaned over to look, then quickly touched his waist, "Sorry, I misunderstood you."
"Call me 'darling' and I'll forgive you," Derek said with a smile.
"You want to hear it? Then I won't say it." Laura pouted arrogantly.
Derek's eyes deepened, and he leaned in for a kiss, "Be good, take Maeve to play. I'll chat with Elliott. Elliott has low emotional intelligence and is stubborn. If I don't help, your mom might never get to hold a grandchild."
"Are you sure my mom won't be furious if she finds out?" Laura asked quietly.
"Love is mutual. If Elliott could let go of Julia, he wouldn't have been single all these years."
Derek laughed, "One is your brother, the other is my cousin. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't bother helping."
"Yes, yes, you're so emotionally intelligent. You should start a matchmaking service." Laura teased and walked away. She didn't want to counsel Elliott; she feared he'd drive her crazy.
Derek took the initiative: [Elliott, if you need help, you can always ask me.]
Elliott, racking his brains, saw the message and was silent. After a moment, he deleted his carefully crafted words and simply said: [Julia is angry.]
Derek: [Apologize, comfort her, show concern, be proactive. Men shouldn't hold their pride too high. Of course, if you don't like her, forget I said anything.]
Elliott looked at the message and said nothing.
Julia stayed in the bedroom all night. He couldn't get in, so he found a blanket in the guest room and lay on the sofa.
The next day, he got up early, rolled up his sleeves, and started making breakfast.
When he was almost done, Julia finally came out with a cup, wearing a stylish blouse and a burgundy skirt, exuding a professional and elegant aura.
But seeing her outfit, Elliott frowned, "Are you going to work today?"
"Yes."
Julia placed the cup on the water dispenser and poured some warm water.
"You got stitches yesterday, and you're going to work today?" Elliott's deep eyes flashed with disapproval. "Work can wait a day. Don't joke about your health."
Julia, after drinking several sips of warm water, glanced at him with surprise. "Are you talking to me?"
"It's just you and me here. If I'm not talking to you, am I talking to the air?" Elliott was irritated by her sarcastic look.
"I didn't expect you to care about my health." Julia said flatly, "Don't make me remind you how I got this injury. It's strange for an abuser to say such things."
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault."
Elliott's handsome face was tight, and with his expressionless face, his apology seemed insincere, more like he was just going through the motions.
Julia looked at him with slight disappointment, finished her water, turned around, and grabbed her bag to leave.
Elliott, who was in the kitchen getting a bowl, was stunned. He quickly took long strides to catch up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her close.
Julia felt a sharp pain, and with her fever from the previous day, her weak body stumbled into his chest, dropping her bag in pain.
"Eat breakfast before you go," Elliott said, then noticed her tightly furrowed brows and her upper lip biting her lower lip in pain.
He panicked, realizing, "Are you okay? I—"
"Elliott, do you want me to die?" Julia pushed him away, standing strong despite the pain. "Can't you be comfortable without hurting or tormenting me?"
Elliott's body stiffened, feeling a bit helpless, "I just want you to eat breakfast before you go."
"But I don't want to eat the breakfast you made." Julia looked up at him. He didn't understand how much she had looked forward to married life before, but now she was really scared. She needed to sort out her thoughts.
Elliott frowned and stared at her, then simply picked her up and placed her on a chair, "Even if you don't want to eat, you have to eat."
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