"Are you mad at me?"
She looked up at him and then slowly tilted her head to the side. He was carefully observing her acts when she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them, resting her head above.
She had turned into a stubborn little brat and for some reason he found it adorable instead of annoying. Biting his lip to suppress the smile, he marched over to her and sat by her side. "Hmm, seems like my wife is really, really mad at me."
At this she lifted her head up and glared at him. "I am not your wife."
He thanked the Lord inwardly for finally listening to her voice after such a long time. She looked quite better and slowly but surely her face was picking up that natural plump and blush. He couldn't be more content to see her getting healthy and her rude little self back again. No matter if she was angry at him, at least she was showing some kind of emotions and talking to him like she used to.