Samantha pushed him away gently. "Let's have dinner first. We can't keep Grandma waiting."
Timothy felt a little helpless and tapped the tip of her nose. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
She was keeping him on tenterhooks when she avoided breaking the news right away.
Samantha admitted it openly. "Yes. It's on purpose."
Her smug expression seemed to be telling him, 'What are you going to do about it?'
Timothy was not irritated at all and even said dotingly, "Okay, as you wish then, my lovely wife."
She would have felt all warm and sweet inside if he had said that to her before. At that moment, however, she found it laughable and disappointing.
Had she not known already that it was all an act, she would have been utterly oblivious to the sheer pretense of his affection...
Timothy went back to his room to change his clothes and went down to eat with everyone.
