Steve took the cake out of the fridge.

He dipped a finger into the cream and put it in his mouth, his eyes gazing blankly.

The wind chime hanging by the door rang as a breeze blew through, and Steve's eyes lit up with surprise.

"Rita, you're back."

Steve turned around, and Evelyn froze for a moment. But soon, a smile reappeared on her face.

"Henrieta hasn't come home this late. Is she mad at me?"

Steve shook his head. "She's just being childish. Once she calms down, she'll come back."

As he spoke, Evelyn had already walked over to Steve's side.

Seeing the cake on the table, she cried...