I can tell she’s troubled. She seems to be playing with the food instead of happily chomping like she used to.
“You can just say it.” I simply stated as I continued to eat. Both of us sitting on the ground, the foods laid out in the sofa set’s mini table. This was like how we ate at her former apartment.
“I have some documents you need to sign.” She really did.
“You can just give them to me. I’ll sign them. What are they about?” I don’t need to read it if she can just give me an overview.
“Properties I used to own, that I was planning on giving to my brothers. We married before I could make the transfer. They’re conjugal property now.”
“Ah, that. I understand. I’d say you can do whatever and I’ll support you.” I didn’t realize she’s fretting over this. It’s not like money is an issue
