Chapter 162. A Deserved Gesture

Bethany had woken up earlier than usual, credit to the alarm she had set before going to bed and placing it right above her head so she would not miss it. She got up sleepily from the bed and put the alarm off after she had attempting reaching it by merely stretching her hand it while on the bed, too lazy to get up. Her hand groped clumsily in the air and when she could not get it, had to get up.

She peered towards the other side of the bed where Maxwell was sleeping at the edge of the king sized bed to be sure her alarm had not woken two. He seemed to still be asleep. She had woken up early to make breakfast.

This was not her usual routine. Most mornings, she would grab a quick coffee and a piece of fruit before heading out. But today, she had decided to make an effort—not out of love or nostalgia, but because of the recent change in Maxwell’s behavior towards her. They were married, after all, and Maxwell was still her husband, she rolled her eyes at that, the appearan