Simmering Jealousy

Seeing this, Mrs. Hobbs walked into the kitchen, smiling.

Meanwhile, outside the study.

I hesitated for a while, then raised my hand to knock on the door.

After a moment, a low voice came from inside, “Mrs. Hobbs, you go and rest. I’m not hungry!”

“It’s me!” I said, almost biting my lip, feeling so anxious that I nearly sweated.

There was a short silence. After a while, the low voice spoke loudly,