"Huh?" I mumble, pretending not to hear what he just said.
"I want you to be my girlfriend." He declares once more, rephrasing his statement.
Because he can rephrase his statement, I believe he is not intoxicated by alcohol.
"I'm your wife," I say, reminding him of the obvious.
Ace rolled his eyes, causing me to pull away his hand from my hair. "I know you're my contracted wife, but I'd like us to start from the beginning. At the very least, we can get to know each other better." He utters.
I'm not sure who to classify it as, but Ace appears to be inebriated, which means he's highly drunk.
He says things that aren't even necessary. "I think I'll just make dinner so my kid has something to eat when she gets home." I said this while changing the subject entirely.
I jumped up from the couch and went straight to the kitchen.
