The words "I don't hate you" from Nick's lips sent Amelia floating into the sky. Her feet felt weightless, as if fairy wings sprouted from her back. She danced through the air in her mind. 'Nick doesn't hate me? Nick doesn't hate me? Could I be his wife forever if I keep studying hard and get good grades?'
But the beauty soon vanished as Nick's mouth opened again, "Why are you smiling like that? And why were you so loud earlier, disturbing my shower?" He sniffed under his arm alternately to check if he had cleaned himself properly. "You made me rush."
After snapping out of her unrealistic and nearly impossible sweet daydream, Amelia straightened her back and looked at her husband with a smile. "Thank you for coming out of the room and talking to me."
Nick ran his fingers through his still-damp black hair, adding to his allure. Amelia, determined not to be swayed again, quickly looked away from the handsome man. "Let's sit." He commanded, gesturing to the sofa.
