"What did that old woman say to you? It looks like she pointed at me."
"Oh.. that... she just said your face was too stiff and that I might have trouble in the household, so she said I should be more patient in dealing with you."
Aslan grimaced. "Isn't it the other way around?" he muttered.
Rosie was not offended. She actually laughed out loud because all this time, it was Aslan who had a lot more patience in dealing with her. Even though Aslan's face looked cold and fierce, when it came to Rosie, he became powerless. Even before they left, Aslan begged her to let himself do everything so his wife didn't tire her out.
They finally arrived at a house that was bigger than their house. Rosie knocked on the door a few times, and it didn't take long for the tall woman to open the door of the house.
"Ah, you are here. I thought you still needed time to tidy things up first. Come in, Hilda is resting at the back…"
