Richelle didn't know how to solve this problem, so when Roy came back in the evening and took a bath, she covered his mouth with her hand as he tried to kiss her.
"I have something to ask you!"
Her serious expression startled Roy.
"What's the matter? Did I do something to upset you?"
Richelle shook her head and stared at him intently.
"What are you talking about? Or are you feeling guilty about something?"
Roy appeared to be innocent, "Your attitude is a bit too serious, so I wanted to test it out. Isn't there a saying? If my wife is unhappy, don't ask why, just admit it's all my fault."
Richelle rolled her eyes.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Roy? Are the chat groups you hang out with full of old people? And the uncles and aunties in the group chat keep sending health advice?"
Of course, Roy wouldn't be in such groups. And even if he were, a busy person like him wouldn't have time to read those boring messages.