Chapter 4

After that, Jonathan and I pretty much ignored each other.

But right before Christmas, Jonathan finally gave in and sent me five hundred dollars.

I was shocked when I saw the notification. "Why did you send me money?"

During the three months we were married, we kept our finances super clear. So, honestly, after getting such a big transfer out of nowhere, my first thought wasn't joy but suspicion. I thought, "What's he planning now?"

"My year-end bonus came in. Can't I send you some money?" Jonathan rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.

His words made my suspicion just now seem petty.

I felt a bit embarrassed and awkwardly scratched my head.

That transfer was the start of us warming up again, like before we got married.

But that didn't last long. A week later, new problems cropped up.

One night, just as I was about to fall asleep, Jonathan suddenly whispered in my ear, "Honey, how about spending Christmas with my family this year? Next year, we can go to yours. How's that sound?"

He sounded so careful like he was worried I'd say no.

Honestly, I didn't care where we spent Christmas.

My parents' place was just a neighborhood away, and I often went there for meals.

However, with the tension between Jonathan and me, I hadn't thought about getting along with his family. Now, going there for Christmas...

My expression was a bit mixed.

Jonathan noticed my hesitation and quickly added, "Honey, even though I said we'd do our own thing for Christmas, this is our first year married. If you don't come with me, my parents will feel embarrassed in the village."

Jonathan sounded so pitiful that I couldn't help but agree, "Alright, we'll go to your place this year. But remember, it's my turn next year. After Christmas, I'm heading back home. You have to come with me, and don't even think about backing out."

Jonathan nodded eagerly, patting his chest to promise he wouldn't. Jonathan's place wasn't too far from where we worked, just about 40 miles away. It would take around an hour to drive there.

Since it was not that far, I didn't bring much.

But I didn't expect Jonathan to look so annoyed when he saw me getting into the car with just one bag.

"Only one bag?" Jonathan circled me a few times before hitting me with the question.

"What? Your place isn't that far. What's wrong with just one set of clothes?" I asked back.

He shouted anxiously, "I saw you buying a bunch of stuff yesterday, like fish oil, high-end red wine, and lobster. Where are those? Are you planning to let them rot at home?"