The Chicken Breast Misunderstanding
Language: en
My arranged husband overheard me chatting with my best friend about chicken breast. "The breast I ate last night was huge and tender, melted right in my mouth." Ethan Sterling looked appalled. "How long have you been involved with this kind of stuff?" "Huh? Three times a week." His usually cold and composed features crumbled, as if he'd made a difficult decision. "Tonight, I'll treat you. Don't go outside, it's unsanitary." When I came home hungry, the dining table was empty. "Where's the meat?" His ears turned bright red as he slowly lay down on the table.