"But I'm the one who asked you to marry me," Olivia rebutted. She squished Maxen's hollow cheeks and frowned that what she got from him were all skin and no meat.
She thought maybe she should start cooking for them so Maxen would eat more? Or maybe… they should move out and find their own home? However, just as she was to think of endless things to fatten up her husband, Maxen snapped her out from her trance bumping his knee with hers.
"Yes, you did," he agreed and nodded his head. It was indeed her idea. Looking back, all those hundred proposals he gave her finally paid off when the lady herself popped the question on a random day.
He kneaded a side of her waist. "Okay, let's try this map again." He took the map from Olivia and raised it to his eye level. "I see…" His eyes darted to his wife. "This is hard when you're gawking at me."
