The memory of the first time she had taken a long trip by car surfaced in his mind. Back then, she had been sick for two days and two nights after arriving at the factory. The thought made his chest tighten.
Mary noticed his silence as they walked and couldn't help asking, "Hubby, what are you thinking about? Everything's already settled. There's nothing to worry about."
Ryan looked at her, his grip on her hand tightening slightly, and forced a faint smile. "It's nothing," He said softly as they walked. "Let's go home quickly so you can rest properly. I'm worried that if you don't rest well tonight, you'll be exhausted tomorrow."
Only then did Mary finally understand why this man's expression had been so heavy the entire way back. It wasn't anger, nor annoyance. It was worry, pure and unguarded.
When the two of them returned home, Mary glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight.
