Although she was verbally pushing back against him, she still found clean bed sheets and got up to make the bed. Jonathan leaned against the cabinet beside her, watching with a smile.
"I find it quite adorable when you argue with me and act stubborn!"
He had never realized that his little woman had such a sharp tongue.
As she made the bed, Clarisse protested discontentedly,
"What do you mean I'm arguing with you! You talk like you're some sort of elder!"
A trace of pain flashed across Jonathan's face. He stepped forward and gently hugged her from behind, his voice tinged with nostalgia.
"I'm a few years older than you; of course, I'm your elder. Have you forgotten that you used to call me Jonathan?"
