A strong smell of jealousy emanated from Damien.
Kendall didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What was going on? How was her confusion related to Michael?
But excluding this inexplicable jealousy, there was something that Kendall found very interesting.
She asked seriously, "Do you feel that you're particularly a 'good wife and good mother'?"
"Good wife and good mother?" Damien narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous glint flashed through his ink-black pupils.
"Yes." Kendall nodded, not sensing the danger, and began to count on her fingers, "Whatever difficulties I encounter, you help me solve them; when I want cake, you make it for me; when I couldn't sleep before, you'd come from afar to sleep with me; even when I have something on my mind, you patiently enlighten me. I think you're better than a good wife and good mother. If you were a woman, you'd definitely be the wife that men dream of!"
