When I returned home, I immediately began sorting through my belongings and mailing them to the school’s address where I’d be volunteering. 

When Hades came back and noticed how empty the house looked, he frowned and asked, “Why is so much stuff missing?” 

I answered nonchalantly, “Oh, I donated them all to the rural villages.” 

“What do you mean you donated them? We bought all those decorations for our new home, and Olivia handpicked every one of them!” 

He was clearly upset, but his tone and expression softened as he considered my feelings. “Forget it. You’re the lady of the house, so you have the final say.” 

With that, Hades headed into the kitchen. It turned out he had returned home to cook some soup for Olivia. 

An hour later, he limped out of the kitchen with a small smile. 

“Here. I made an extra bowl just for you. I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you in front of Olivia. I was just so anxious about her injuries. I hope you won’t hold it against me.” 

I knew Hades was trying to make peace. He always followed up his insults with a sweet gesture. The sad part was that I’d indeed fallen for those underhanded tactics more times than I could count. 

When I didn’t touch the soup, he inched closer with a playful smile. “Are you waiting for me to feed you? Are you still mad at me?” 

I quickly put some distance between us, repulsed by his attempts at sweetness.