Chapter 61
Chapter 61
In the bathroom, Izzy looked at the marks on her body, and her resentment toward Ethan deepened, especially when she noticed marks on her neck too. Thank God for winter scarves, she thought, or she wouldn't know how to face colleagues today. When she emerged, Ethan was also done freshening up in the guest bathroom. He looked puzzled when she gave him a disgusted glance, but then it dawned on him when his eyes landed on the scarf around her neck. He scratched his head, his handsome face full of amusement, "Sorry for getting carried away, Izzy. I've been feeling pretty neglected lately by you. Please try to understand."
"Bullshit," Izzy muttered under her breath. They had only been married for just under two months. She definitely hadn't neglected him for long.
But thinking about that he hadn't had any women around him in years, her mood improved slightly.
So, under Izzy's disgusted gaze, Ethan dropped her off at Foresight Financial Services, just in time for her to clock in two minutes before work started.
In the days that followed, Izzy led a fulfilling life. If she had any complaints, it was that Ethan sought her affection every night. His sexual needs completely exceeded her expectations. Ever since they became intimate, except for the time she was on her period, they had barely taken a break.
Sometimes even she didn't know what to call their current situation.
Before they knew it, the winter holidays had arrived. The Meyer family had been keen on meeting each other's parents, and Ethan had already booked flights for Rita Page and Zander Payne as soon as he knew the holidays were coming.
Early in the morning, Ethan and Izzy went to the airport to pick them up. Ethan couldn't help but ruffle Izzy's hair as he saw her anxiously looking down the airport corridor. She was a rich girl, yet
she was living a commoner's life. She couldn't go home and only had two people who genuinely cared for her.
"What's up?" Izzy blinked in confusion, not knowing why Ethan was suddenly playing with her hair.
Ethan just smiled and said nothing. Izzy seemed to read something in his eyes, but before she could figure it out, she heard Rita's voice.
"Izzy."
Izzy saw Rita and Zander and immediately went up to them. She affectionately linked arms with them, calling them sweetly, "Aunty Rita, Uncle Zander."
After Ethan greeted the two, he took Zander's suitcase. As they walked side by side, Ethan looked at his cheerful wife and felt inexplicably happy. Rita also felt relieved to see her niece's happy face. As a woman who had been through it all, she could tell at a glance whether a woman was happy after marriage. She saw that her nephew-in-law's eyes were always on her niece. How could he do so if he didn't care for her?
Clearly, her gamble had paid off, and the marriage was going just as she had expected.
"Naughty girl, you only called me three times in such a long time. Now that you're married, you don't even care about your own family." Rita lightly poked Izzy's forehead, pretending to be angry.
"I've been too busy," Izzy explained softly.
Rita glared at Izzy, "Busy? Ethan is the CEO of a corporation, and you're just a worker. You can't be busier than Ethan. Ethan's called us more often than you have."
Izzy looked surprised at Ethan. When did he make these calls? Why didn't she know about them? She had never heard him mention it.
Seeing Izzy's gaze, Ethan raised his eyebrows with a smile. Izzy glared back at him. How could he be such a people-pleaser? He made her look like the unfilial one.
"You have the nerve to glare at Ethan? You're a grown woman, can't you learn from him? Don't tell me you're also like this with the Meyer family too."
Izzy was taken aback. If Rita hadn't reminded her, she probably wouldn't have realized it. She had only visited the Meyer Mansion twice during this time and had rarely called them. Most of the time, it was Phillip or her mother-in-law who called her.
Seeing Izzy like this, Rita understood and shook her head in resignation, "Really, you..." Her niece wasn't ungrateful, she just didn't know how to express it. Often, she would keep her feelings hidden.
Zander chuckled and glanced at his wife, "We're still at the airport. Let's talk about this at home. You're going to make yourself sound like a nagging old lady."
Grateful, Izzy looked at her uncle. Rita glared at Zander, "You've got some nerve. You didn't do a good job of teaching her in all these years."
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Ethan had converted the home gym into a large bedroom and thoughtfully moved their luggage there. Rita's fondness for Ethan, her nephew-in-law, grew, "Ethan, if you have work, go do it. We'll be fine with Izzy."
"Aunty, uncle, rest up at home for the afternoon. We've arranged to meet my family tonight."
Rita was a bit worried, "Are you sure we won't be a bother? We could just stay in a hotel."
"Aunty, you don't have to be so formal with me. How could I let you guys stay in a hotel? Izzy's been looking forward to you guys coming for a long time. She doesn't have many relatives or friends
here, so your visit will give her someone to talk to. I can also show you around. A City has changed quite a bit over the years."
Rita sighed sadly, "Yeah, I hardly recognize it anymore. It's nothing like the city I grew up in."
"You both rest for now, I'll go make lunch."
Rita looked a bit surprised, then chuckled and nodded, "Just whip up anything, no need for a feast or anything."
Ethan nodded and headed out, with Zander tagging along into the kitchen. Rita grinned at Izzy, "Izzy, who's the cook when you two are at home?"
Izzy made a face, a bit embarrassed, and said honestly, "Ethan does the cooking. You know very well that I can't cook." Rita laughed knowingly and gently tapped Izzy’s forehead, "You can't cook and yet you say it so boldly. But you're one lucky girl, to have a CEO cook for you. When we were at home a while ago, I thought Ethan was just trying to impress me and your uncle by cooking. Turns out he's genuinely caring."
Izzy muttered under her breath, "He's no Gordon Ramsay, his cooking's just okay, I guess."
Rita shook her head and chuckled, thinking, “Sometimes couples like to nitpick at each other, it's not real criticism, just a kind of comfort and joy.”