The King's words still echoed in Aila's ears as she lay beside her husband. They are both on their bed, staring blankly on the ceiling. She blew out her cheeks and glanced at her husband.
"What are we supposed to argue about?"
Marcus chuckled as he can't think of anything since he is willing to compromise and settle down and talk with Aila about anything.
"I am thinking of the same thing, babe. I cannot think of anything that could make me angry with you."
He faced Aila and inched closer to her. He admired his wife's beauty; even her side profile is breath-taking. Aila looked at him with a confused smile.
"What is it, babe? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Marcus used his finger to trace Aila's forehead, nose down to her lips and chin. He smirked at her and Aila's kryptonite showed.
"I just don't get tired of your beauty. I still can't believe how lucky I am to have you as my wife."
