Nicklaus did not react when she rested on his chest. He took in a deep breath and tried to breathe normally as his breath turned stiff the moment she rested on him like she felt secure with him.
Arissa rubbed her head on his chest like a cat looking for comfort from its owner. She was feeling dizzy but there was something still digging her into her mind that even in her drunk state, they still resurfaced and refused to leave.
"Tell me, are you mad about the scandal?" she asked again from his chest and her ear stood still for answers.
Nicklaus drew in a breath. From their height difference, he had the privilege to look at the top of her head at the position they were in right now.
And he did that. He started at the top of her head, trying to figure out if it was the alcohol talking or if it was his wife talking.
