“Y-You listen here, Zivon…! Even if I’m your wife, I still haven’t recovered my memories, so in a way, this could be considered a form of sexual harassment! N-now unhand me already!” yelled Xavia as she wriggled out of his arms before tossing a pillow at the confused Zivon’s face!
Watching as the angry woman stomped off, he couldn’t help but wonder what he had done wrong this time. After all, he had only been trying to heal their relationship… The more he thought about it, the more he was reminded that she had also been like this when they had first met… How nostalgic…
His train of thought was cut short when Zayne suddenly pushed in a medical cart while asking, “Got scolded by your wife again, Brother Zivon? I heard her grumbling about some jerk on the way over, and I have a pretty good idea who she could be referring to…”
“…This is just our way of having fun,” scoffed Zivon.
“Really…? If you’re having fun while your wound is this exposed, then you two are kinkier than I thought!” joked Zayne as he pointed at Zivon’s bandages.
His words made Zivon go silent for a while. Had he really pushed her that far…? Then again, it was true that she hadn’t recovered her memories yet… Alas, how else was he supposed to get along with her…?
His train of thought was cut short when he heard Zayne add, “Anyway, I heard from Sir Ian that her memory would eventually return, so you don’t need to worry about that too much. That aside… I may have an idea that will make her fall for you again…”
“…Go on,” replied Zivon with a slightly raised brow.
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