"It means that you will have to deal with it for the rest of your life because I am always going to be possessive for my wife."
Graceful her mouth, which did not say anything. Thankfully, the starters arrived and plates were kept in front of them.
"We will take the platter for the main course." Christian informed them, more like Amadi without taking his eyes of Grace.
She rolled her eyes. Even though she hated rolling her eyes, Grace had to do it with the amount of frustration she felt with him.
"Sambusa, sounds a little bit like Samosa? Don't you think so?"
"Yes, they're quite similar." Christian agreed. "The feeling is what makes a difference, and of course the shape. If you want, you can eat it with your hands. It's more authentic."
Grace stared at the food. "So, I just picked it up, debit in the source and idiot, all with my hands by just avoiding us. That's it?"
He gave her an easy-going smile. "Yes."
