The next morning, Clara, who was still in Mr. K's arm, seemed to blink her eyes slowly.
If usually, the scenery in front of her was just a wall or the ceiling of her room, then it didn't apply at this time.
This time Clara was treated to a sight of the face of her own husband, who was handsomely closing his eyes.
For a moment, Clara admired her husband's good looks. She just realized that her husband was no less competitive with the models or actors who usually co-starred with her.
Slowly Clara's fingers that couldn't stay still touched Mr. K's face and played little touching Mr. K's face.
"Morning darling," squeaked Clara a little
"Morning," replied Mr. K suddenly.
Ba dump!
Clara instantly froze. She could not say anything, she never thought that Mr. K was not really still asleep, but he was awake and was just closing his eyes so that Clara could see him with satisfaction.
