[Margaret's Perspective]
I saw Donald frown. This action of his did not affect his noble, god-like aura, but it brought out a little bit of mortal aura. Even the omnipotent gods would be troubled by some small matters. This combination of auras made me feel that he was extremely sexy.
"Are you still troubled because of Angel?" Donald looked at me and asked seriously.
The question stumped me.
Of course, I didn't like Angel. However, to say that she was making things difficult for me was a little far-fetched. The person Donald loved was me. So far, Angel hadn't done anything overboard to me.
"If you're really troubled," Donald muttered, "I can ask her to go back."
I looked at Donald. His gaze was as calm as water, and I couldn't tell his emotions. However, I knew that he didn't mean it. He was just taking my feelings into consideration.
