Lina coughed stupidly. She couldn't giver herself away so openly. She knew she had to butter her husband up at least a little before she turned her attention to the food.
"Oh, I just realised I'm not so hungry. Here, sit down, hubby, let me massage your back - you've been working so hard all day!" Lina tried to save herself, willing herself to look away from the chicken soup.
Shen wasn't fooled. He sighed deeply. This idiot wouldn't stop stealing glances at her favorite meal if she was held at gunpoint. Why did he dote on her so deeply?
He gently held her arms to stop her from massaging his back, and sat her down at the table in his office. Without saying much, he carefully placed all the dishes in front of her, even spreading a napkin on her lap.
Only then did he sit down to eat as well. Lina smiled, love sparkling in her eyes for her kind husband. He knew full well that her stomach's needs were primary.