"R-right. Of course. I was just a stranger to you back then. I must have looked like an old pervert selfishly desiring you. I'm so sorry," he lost all the confidence he had earlier. His eyes darted to the floor.
'Oops. Was I too harsh?'
"It's alright. I am your wife so it's fine to fantasize about doing it with me. And it's your mind so you can do whatever you please. It just happened that I could hear you," she tried to make him feel better, but he still drooped.
"Does this mean all those times you were pretending to sleep during our first month was because you can't sleep due to my thoughts?" he inquired.
She did not reply since he might feel even worse. But her silence was enough to tell him his assumption was right.
"That must have been terrible. I was so foolish. I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was giving you so much trouble," Ferdinand's shoulders sagged.
