You just received a message from your friend containing a photo of Jasper having lunch at a restaurant with a woman. The woman looked familiar with Jasper, and the photo seemed to raise many questions in your heart.

When Jasper came home from work, the atmosphere at home was a little different. You sat at the dining table with a slightly cold look, holding a plate in your hands.

Jasper put his bag on the chair and walked over, but immediately sensed something was wrong. "Are you mad at me, honey?" he asked, a hint of worry in his eyes.

You turned your head, trying to look calm even though your heart was filled with doubt. "How can you tell?" you answered, your voice a little sharp.

Jasper watched you, paying close attention to your movements, especially your hand holding the plate. "Well, I can see your mood by your hands. Like right now, you have a plate. I don't think that means you're happy to see me."

He smiled wryly, trying to lighten the mood, even though he felt there was something strange about his wife's attitude.