A Whisper that went unheard novel Chapter 66

Jeremy had spoken in a concise and commanding tone, making Melody feel like he was asking for her, rather than the cinnamon rolls.

Still, she pushed the plate toward him.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "They're made of cream cheese. I don't know if you'll like them."

After their engagement, she rarely cooked for him. They usually ate at the hospital cafeteria or went out for their meals.

Even when they stayed in, they typically ate separately.

However, she vaguely remembered that he had liked cinnamon rolls from when they were teenagers.

He took the plate and said nothing. With the faintly sweet aroma of the rolls filling the air, he picked up a fork and ate one.

Neither of them spoke.

She held her phone and watched him eat absentmindedly, never imagining there would be a day when he would be seated next to her having the food she made.

Then, he asked all of a sudden, "When did you take the pictures?"

She snapped back to reality. He must have seen the pictures on her phone.

The woman in the photo—whose long hair cascaded down her chest—wore a white button-up shirt, looking obedient and demure. No matter how modest her attire was, it couldn't hide her figure.

She quickly locked her screen, and her cheeks reddened. "It was a side job. Felicia's friend is a photographer and needed a model."

He paused before gazing at her. "A side job? You have time for that?"

Working in the hospital was exhausting enough, so he never thought she had the energy for a side job.

"I only go on weekends when I have the day off. It doesn't interfere with work."

He nodded. It wasn't his concern, anyway.

When Melody saw that Jeremy had finished eating, she cleaned up the dishes and took them to the kitchen. However, when she returned, he was still seated there.

She looked at him in confusion.