"It's a done deal." Arthur's lips curled into a sly smile.
"I'm getting goosebumps, geez!"
Ella Lacey raised her little face slightly, staring at his handsome profile, and demanded, "Honey, what nonsense are you talking about! Clarissa is still a child!"
Meanwhile.
Her slender fingers, unconsciously, applied a bit of force, with water, more water, and even more water repeated... water is so refreshing...
"Honey, you're overthinking."
Arthur winced in pain, putting on a look of discomfort, his attractive eyebrows wrinkled like a continuous mountain.
Ella instantly softened, "Hubby, does it hurt a lot?"
"It's alright." Arthur smiled charmingly.
Ella had already let go, sighed, "Alright, this issue really has nothing to do with you, I shouldn't take my frustration out on you."
"Is that so?"
Arthur grabbed her tender, spring onion-like little hand, placed it on his chest, pointing at the spot that was pinched red, and commanded slyly, "Help me rub it."
"Oh—"
