"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there food on my face?"
Massimo, who was sitting on the bed, shook his head. "Is it wrong if I stare at my own wife?"
"No, of course there's nothing wrong with it. It's just that what you're doing right now is out of the ordinary, so it's strange to have such suffocating glares from you like before."
"When was the last time you weighed yourself, Gina?" asked Massimo, suddenly changing the subject.
"Weigh?" repeated Gina hoarsely. "D-do you think I'm fat?"
Shit!
Instantly Massimo jumped off the bed and grabbed Gina's hand quickly. "Fat?" he growled with emotion. "Who called you fat, I was just asking when was the last time you weighed. Don't you realize you're getting thinner, hm? Don't tell me you're still continuing your old habit of throwing up food without me knowing?"
Gina shook her head. "I haven't vomited any more food since we came back from Madrid."
