However, seeing Aslan's face lying limp with a pale face made Rosie feel guilty. Maybe if she hadn't said she wanted to bake, then Aslan wouldn't have spent the night in wet clothes making the oven.
Aslan could see Rosie's tense face. Ah... his wife was about to cry. He wanted to say not to cry, but his voice choked. The man stretched out his hand and rubbed his wife's cheek, which was flushed red, between holding back tears and anger.
"I'll heat the food for you in a moment," said the girl who then got up, leaving Aslan alone.
Aslan closed his eyes again. He felt weak. He really hated his current condition. His throat hurt so much even though he just uttered a single word. Aslan could only wait for Rosie to return and try to explain everything so that his wife wouldn't misunderstand.
