Chapter 2

I carried Anna's things straight into the guest room.

Mira shouted, "Stop right there!"

"You're not seriously going to let another woman live with you?"

"Letting her into the house is already my biggest compromise. Are you really going to push it even further?"

"Absolutely not!"

I didn't stop walking and continued pulling the luggage into the room.

Mira rushed over without even rinsing the soap suds off her hands, grabbed my arm, and demanded:

"Have you lost your mind?"

I shook off her hand and said, confused:

"Liam's body isn't comfortable. He can only sleep well on a big bed."

"I've already given up the master bedroom. Didn't you say I could do whatever I wanted with the guest room?"

When we got married, neither of us particularly cared about the house.

But we still wanted our own little life together after marriage, so we bought a small place.

The house only had two bedrooms. Liam had already claimed the master bedroom, half crying and half throwing a tantrum.

My things in there were looked down upon—Liam felt there was too much stuff and it made him feel suffocated.

So I, along with all my belongings, was forced to move into the guest room.

Mira hesitated for a moment, seeming to remember that incident. Her tone softened slightly, but she still frowned.

"This isn't about whether you can do whatever you want."

I said, puzzled, "Then what is it about?"

"Anna already has mobility issues, and her legs are still recovering. If she doesn't sleep in this bedroom, where else would she sleep?"

Mira's temper flared again. "But she's a woman!"

Seeing Mira's face turn completely red, I finally understood a bit—weren't these all my own lines from before?

I sighed. We really should talk this through properly.

"Mira, I was wrong."

Mira also backed down. "Good that you understand."

I looked into her eyes sincerely. "I mean, I finally understand how you feel inside."

"Liam is your first love. Now that you see him suffering, your heart aches."

"Today when I saw Anna, I felt the same way. I don't think I can just ignore her situation."

"How about this—you take care of Liam, I'll take care of Anna, and we'll all get along."

"You can fill in your past regrets, and I can fulfill my past self. Win-win."

But Mira blurted out:

"Ridiculous! This is absolutely ridiculous!"

I said, confused, "Isn't this perfect? Besides, you were the one who let Liam move in first. If anyone's being ridiculous, you were ridiculous first!"

Mira stood frozen in place, unable to speak for a long time, but her face was still flushed—clearly she hadn't thought it through yet.

Liam made noise in the master bathroom again.

"Mira, come quick!"

Mira surprisingly didn't rush in immediately like before.

She stood there, quietly studying me.

"Leo, are you using this method to blame me?"

Liam's voice inside was getting louder and louder. I didn't have time to argue with her, so I pushed her along.

"What blame? Just go in already. Liam is a patient—if something happens to him, that wouldn't be good."

Mira finally left, half-pushed.

I also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sped up my organizing.

Anna was sensitive. I needed to go keep her company quickly.