Anton put his hands on his waist while smiling at Mary, "Don't you want me to be happy, Mary? I told you, I would be happy if you accept it."
Mary furrowed her brows, if there was one thing that she does not want, it is uncertainty, "Why are you giving me gifts, Anton? And not just any gifts, they are expensive gifts!"
"What do you mean? I just said earlier that it makes me happy," Mary sounded annoyed and Anton has no idea why when he thought she would be happy with that painting.
Mary said this morning that she likes that painting because it reminds her of her childhood. Or maybe she wanted to forget that memory? Anton does not know what to think anymore. It is just very hard to really read Mary.
"You give me gifts like what a boyfriend or a husband does for their girlfriend or wife!"
Anton sighed and crossed his arms as he looked down for a few seconds before looking back at Mary.
