"I see. Alright, then. No need to be angry, right?" Arabella approached him.
His back turned towards her like this did not bode too well.
"What do you mean, no need to be angry?" Ferdinand frowned at her.
[She kicks me at night and then accuses me right when she wakes up after I held back so she can keep sleeping in peace.]
'Oh, I did something last night that made him angry?'
Arabella looked at his broad back. Her husband exuded with annoyance and frustration. Thus, even if she could not see his face, she had a clear hint of how he was feeling. After all, he was filling the room with it.
"Right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to accuse. But why was I naked? And what did you mean by I kicked you?"
Arabella decided to inquire directly.
[Of course. She doesn't even remember it.]
Ferdinand brooded even more.
'Oops. I guess I have to suit him first,' Arabella embraced him from the back.
