Chapter 1048

“Rowan, why didn’t we watch a different movie?” Jenny complained. She wasn’t a fan of comedies, particularly those without her favorite actors.

When Rowan suggested a movie, she envisioned a romantic drama or lighthearted love story—not this. She was displeased.

Rowan frowned. “Of all the options, this seemed most interesting. The others were mostly children’s movies, and I’m not into that. If you don’t like it, use your phone for a while.”

“I didn’t mean I didn’t like it,” Jenny quickly corrected, sensing his annoyance. It wasn't unbearable; she could manage.

Her gaze drifted to two women seated near the front. Only four people were in the theater, a testament to the film's unpopularity.

Rowan had been in a strange mood lately, so she decided not to push him. Absentmindedly, she munched on her tasteless popcorn. Even the snacks were disappointing. Romantic movies were far superior for couples. They offered hand-holding, cuddling, and sweet kisses—opportunities for connection that felt increasingly absent from their relationship. They hardly kissed anymore. It barely felt like they were a couple.

She found herself distracted, barely following the film. The two women ahead laughed heartily at a scene. Rowan, who had been watching the movie, suddenly stared at one of them.

Jenny noticed, and jealousy flared. “Rowan, your girlfriend is right here! Why are you staring? Do you think I’m not pretty enough? If you don’t like me, just say it!”

Rowan’s eyes returned to her, his brow furrowed. He hadn’t been ogling them; he was simply reminded of Minerva. He'd never been to the movies with Minerva, and wondered if she would enjoy it.

“What are you talking about?” he said, irritation edging into his voice. “I wasn’t staring because I don’t like you. They just looked familiar.”

“Familiar?” Jenny scoffed, a bitter smile twisting her lips. “Do you think I’ll believe you? You’ve always had a thing for other women, haven’t you? You probably wish you were flirting with them instead of sitting here with me.”

Her thoughts were sharper than her words. She didn’t believe his “sex after marriage” story. In her eyes, he was keeping his options open, fearing commitment would curtail his interactions with other women—especially Minerva. Did he really think she hadn’t noticed?

Rowan clenched his jaw, frustration mounting. He used to humor Jenny’s behavior, but his patience had worn thin.

“Stop overthinking it and watch the movie,” he said firmly.

Jenny’s hands clenched, her eyes welling. “This movie is boring! What’s so great about it?”

She felt his disinterest, a sharp sting. Shouldn't he reassure her, explain his gaze, make her feel secure?

Rowan exhaled deeply. He found the movie funny, but Jenny’s constant complaints ruined it. He envied the laughing women. If only she'd stop, they could enjoy it together.

“I don’t get what those two women are laughing at. This movie’s a scam for old folks,” Jenny muttered bitterly.

That was the breaking point. Rowan turned to her, his voice low and strained. “Can you please stop talking?” Jenny glared. “Fine! I won’t say another word!”

If he didn't want to hear her, she'd oblige. She could remain silent forever if he preferred. Let him apologize later. She wouldn't forgive him this time.