C81 Chapter Eighty One

Before he could say a word, she started clearing the dishes.

“Leave it. Come with me.”

“No, Steven. You cooked, I want to clean.”

“Marie, please. Don't fight me about everything. Just come with me.”

“Okay.” She said, rinsing her hands, and following him.

The elevator ride to Steven’s floor was silent. Steven looked angry but Marie wasn't sure why