Caspian’s hand was already reaching out for the door handle when Anastasia shouted exasperatedly. His hand stopped midair and he raised his brows in amusement.
He turned around to see Anastasia glaring at him. Her lips were still downturned and her chest was heaving furiously.
Caspian bit his lower lips to stop himself from laughing because he finally understood what was going on in his wife’s little head. But he still ended up chuckling. He slowly moved his feet towards the bed while teasing Anastasia, “Oh dear love! Don’t you look cute when you are burning with jealousy?”
Anastasia gasped when he named her sour feeling in her heart. She instantly looked down and tried to deny her true feeling, “I’m not jea– well, maybe a litt– ugh!” she sighed and buried her face in her palms and whispered, “I don’t know…”
