"Aslan?" called Rosie who was still confused by the attitude given by the man.
"Have you calmed down? Now, can I talk without you having to cry again?" Aslan asked, making the girl look away.
Rosie just realized that she was currently on Aslan's lap. She wanted to get up and sit down by herself, but the man's hands were holding her back tightly in his lap.
One hand held Rosie's waist to keep it in place and the other held the girl's chin so he could see her clearly.
"What if… I had known it for a long time and just let it go because I believed that you were the right woman to be my wife?"
Rosie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Aslan's thumb gently caressed his wife's cheek, which was still red from crying. Her eyes were also swollen from crying so hard.
"I don't understand."
Aslan nodded and was about to explain everything to his wife.
