Mika Summers turned her head away with a cold huff and wouldn't look at him. "Hmph. Don't talk to me. I don't feel like talking to you today."
"Still mad?" Tristan Grayson strode over, took her by the arm, and asked in a low voice.
"Not only did you make me late for work, but now my whole body is so sore I can barely even walk. And you expect me *not* to be angry? Tristan Grayson, just because you've daydreamed yourself silly doesn't mean I'm an idiot too!"
"My darling wife, I know I was wrong. I'll be more mindful next time, okay? Please don't be mad anymore." Tristan Grayson knew he was in the wrong. He admitted to himself that he had indeed gone a bit too far, so he had no choice but to apologize. Otherwise, getting kicked out of bed tonight just wouldn't be worth it.
"Hmph. I don't want to deal with you." After letting off some steam, Mika Summers wasn't nearly as angry, but she still let out a pouting huff.
