"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, Olivia?" A single brow of Maxen arched as he regarded his wife. She was looking shy, but he knew her better than anyone, even with how short their time together was.
It was obvious with how she was gauging him. Olivia wanted to request something that Maxen would one hundred and one percent disagree with.
Ears perked up inside the room, waiting for Olivia to utter a word, but the girl in question was fixing her gaze on Maxen as if her eyes could say a thousand words which her lips couldn't speak of.
Squeezing her waist, it earned Maxen a giggle from Olivia. He then angled his head so he could see her eyes more clearly. The room was poorly lit, with only the four corner lights on to brighten the room in a soft cheesy glow.
"Olivia," Maxen called her name, wiggling his bushy brows to urge Olivia in speaking her mind.
