"Why are you so impatient?" Aiden's voice was low and slightly hoarse as he reached out to pull Anya's body into his arms.
His eyes looked at his wife's body, which was wrapped in a white shirt, from top to bottom.
His throat seemed to be swallowing repeatedly so that his Adam's apple was rising and falling. His grip that was on Anya's waist became a little tighter.
Anya could only bury her head in Aiden's arm shyly, not daring to see Aiden's reaction even though she took the initiative to do it herself.
Today, Anya was really guilty of neglecting Aiden all night until Nico and Tara got involved. Calming down Aiden was the most important thing right now.
Anya lifted her head and kissed Aiden's chin gently, "Are you angry?"
"Why should I be angry?" Aiden didn't answer Anya.
