“No, it’s alright.” Anastasia gave a forceful smile to her husband so that he wouldn’t feel bad about himself for the whole day.
“I know you didn’t mean it like that,” she further added, even when she doubted that her husband had been pretending to like the tea that she had prepared for him for all this while, just because he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by saying that the tea tasted bad.
Caspian, on the other hand, believed that his wife really understood him. He let out a subtle sigh of relief and held both of her palms. He brought them closer to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
Then he expressed how he felt about this friendship thing that she was talking about, “Anna, I don’t really think I can maintain a friendly relationship with Everard. Even if I try, I know I will end up getting annoyed by him.”
