You tiptoe to the front door of your apartment, trying your hardest not to make a sound. It's past midnight, you know you'll be in for a long trouble if your husband hasn't gone to bed yet and finds out you're home late. Your steps faltered when you notice the dim light seeping out of the living room. Jordan stands with his arms folded across his chest, his expression calm but clearly displeased.

Despite your exhaustion, you try to put on a straight face. With an awkward smile, you walk past him, your heels squeaking on the floor. "Oh, hello, Prof. What brings you up at this hour?" You make small talk and try to walk past him towards your room, but Jordan catches your arm.

"We need to talk." Jordan said in a firm voice but tinged with annoyance. He leans against a nearby table, looking at you with annoyance and concern. "Do you know what time it is? It's almost the end of the day. And in this house, I am not your professor, I am your husband. Even if you choose to take off your wedding ring when you go out, it doesn't change the fact that you are my wife."

His expression softened slightly, showing a hint of concern. Before he left, Jordan eased his tone. "I made pasta earlier. Heat it up before bed."