The Chicken Breast Misunderstanding
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Summary
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.
