Chapter 3 You Are So Thin

Meagan put on her clothes and went out to the yard. As she expected, she saw Zayden there, and he was doing some morning exercises.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his two hands were lifting dumbbells alternately. His muscles were so toned, like small rocks lined up all over his body. His sweats shone as they reflected the rays of the sun that was rising. Looking carefully at him, Meagan felt like she was staring at a Spartan warrior.

With a slight blush on her face, Meagan greeted him. "So, you get up this early every morning?"

Zayden glanced at her, nodded indifferently, and continued his workout.

At the same time, Meagan started looking around the yard. It wasn't too big, but it was a little messy. There were sandbags, boxing gloves, baseball bats, and dumbbells all over the place. It was like an outdoor gym. Then, she felt a bit nervous, remembering the rumor that he had been imprisoned multiple times before. Of course, she didn't dare ask if this was true. But based on Zayden's physique, it was apparent that he could fight anyone.

In Meagan's eyes, this man looked so mysterious. She wondered what kind of person he really was without relying on baseless rumors.

Nonetheless, she heard that most men in the area had a serious male chauvinism to the point that beating their wives had become normal, especially when they were drunk. Thus, Meagan dared not to be careless.

Biting her lip, Meagan mustered her courage and walked up to Zayden. "Well... Have you had breakfast yet?"

After a moment, Zayden replied in a flat tone, "No. Not yet. You can cook for both of us."

"Okay. Leave it to me." Meagan quickly nodded and ran to the kitchen.

She was actually skillful in cooking, so it was one of the things she was confident about. Not long after, she finished cooking some porridge, fried eggs, and a plate of pan seared beef especially for Zayden.

When Zayden got inside the house, he directly sat on the dining table. As he raised his head, he saw Meagan's smiling eyes. Caught off guard, his heart skipped a beat. As if wanting to reward her for her hard work, he picked up a piece of beef and put it on her plate.

Meagan's brows furrowed. She made it especially for him so she was about to refuse. But Zayden said in a low voice, "Eat some of it too. You need more protein since you're so thin."

"Oh, okay..."

She pursed her lips, losing the courage to refuse anymore. In fact, she had a lot of things in mind that she wanted to talk with Zayden.

First, she wanted to apologize for what happened the previous night. All men should be looking forward to making love with their new wife at their wedding night. However, her reaction made it look like he was forcing her, but she knew he wasn't.

Second, she wanted to ask Zayden about his future plans. Since they were now a couple legally, they should talk about what they were going to do from here on.

Besides, she also didn't know what his proper job was and how he was making money to support his new family.

In other words, they had lots of things that they needed to know about each other.

However, Zayden kept his head down, only focusing on his breakfast. Whenever he raised his hand to bring the spoon to his mouth, the calluses on his knuckles were pretty visible. Most probably, they were from punching the sandbags countless times.

When Meagan saw this, the words that she wanted to say were swallowed back because of fear.

The first meal after their wedding day was long and silent. Of course, Meagan felt very uncomfortable. But this was something that she couldn't run away from. From the moment they got married, there was no turning back.

"By the way, are you free today?" Meagan finally broke the awkward silence.

Not expecting the question, Zayden was a bit taken aback. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing much. I'm just going downtown to return my wedding dress to the shop I rented it from," Meagan answered with a nervous smile.

Zayden's face froze for a moment. He hadn't given a damn about anything connected to the wedding. So, he didn't even know that Meagan's wedding dress was rented. For most women, getting married was the biggest event of their lifetime. They wanted to cherish and remember that moment, so they would happily buy their wedding dress to keep it. When Zayden thought of this, his eyes slightly narrowed. He had a strange feeling.

Seeing that he became silent again, Meagan hurriedly explained, "I'm not asking you to accompany me! I can go return the wedding dress myself. You can deal with your business if you're busy. You don't have to worry about me."

"Okay then." Zayden took up her offer and let her do her errand on her own.

From the perspective of outsiders, they only seemed like roommates. There wasn't a shred of intimacy for them to be called a couple yet.

After cleaning up the soiled wedding dress briefly, Meagan packed it up and put it into a bag. Then, she left the house and took several bus rides before reaching the wedding dress shop. She left early in the morning, but it was almost noon when she finally arrived.

During the wedding preparations, except for the dowry that her father promised verbally, the Allison family didn't help her with anything. Therefore, she had to look around by herself until she found a wedding dress in this shop that fitted her style and had a reasonable price. The shop was not that huge, but the staff acted like big shots. Especially for someone like Meagan who only rented her wedding dress, they easily looked down upon her.

So, when they received the rented wedding dress, one of the staff said with disdain, "Ma'am, do you think we can rent out this wedding dress again? Just look how dirty it is! Do you remember receiving this dress in this condition?"