Zara was caught completely off guard. In all five years of their marriage, Nathaniel had never thanked her, not for a meal, not for her care, not for anything. For a second, she wasn't even sure she had heard him right.
She blinked slowly, trying to process it.
Nathaniel walked further into the room, loosening his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket.
Zara quickly turned onto her side the moment she saw him unbuttoning his shirt, facing away from him. Her heart pounded in her chest.
"Don't thank me," she muttered. "I didn't do anything. If you are grateful to anyone, thank Mrs. Jules."
But he didn't snap back. He didn't sigh in annoyance or shut down. Instead, a faint, barely visible smile ghosted across his lips.
He had already thanked Mrs. Jules when he got home, but she had quickly told him the truth—Zara had sent the lunch.
He walked toward the closet, casually adding, "If you are feeling lonely here, I'll bring Zane over tomorrow."
