Eve scratched the back of her neck and laughed nervously. "Uhm, Ethan. I know I was wrong in doubting your relationship with her, but you can't stay mad at me. After all, am I not your darling wife?" 

Ethan turned around to head back to his working desk, and she grabbed his arm.

"Ow, come on, Honey. I know I'm wrong, but can you at least eat your lunch?" She forced him to sit on the couch and uncovered the food box. 

"I already ordered lunch. Evelyn, go back home." 

Eve unwrapped the spoon and scooped a portion of the food into it. "Ethan, I said I'm sorry. Now stop...