Curling her hair with his finger, he said somewhat lazily, “Did you earn that money when you performed at Leslie’s place? Did he pay you in thousands or tens of thousands? That can't even pay for high tea at the places our people are used to.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, not saying anything.

Perhaps that kind of money meant nothing to him, but it was a symbol of her courage when she decided to divorce him. It was true that she had returned to him, but she still wanted to try to support herself as best as she could.

She no longer wanted to be dependent on him. She never wanted to receive another check from him after having sex with him.

He knew what she was thinking. She didn’t have to say it. He continued to embrace her, enveloping her hands with his big palms. He held her like that for a long time.

Eventually, she felt uneasy and freed herself. “I’m going to take a bath.” However, he held her hand, his fingers entwined with hers. Pressing his forehead against hers, he