"Good morning, my delicate wife."

Lola Hussey covered her face and gently nodded her head, making a sound.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Ethan Ainsley was worried that she was frightened last night and wouldn't be able to sleep.

Lola Hussey slowly buried her face and slowly stretched out her hand to push Ethan's arm, "Whether I sleep well or not has nothing to do with you! I'm now so weak and sore all over."

Ethan Ainsley: "..."

Just by listening, he understood what she meant.

It seems that she had temporarily forgotten about the fright last night.

She thought this was his office.

Thinking about it, Ethan's lips curled up, and he asked her in a low voice, "Last night, how was it?"

Lola Hussey's little face turned red.

Her soft voice accused him, "You still ask! Don't mention it again."

It's really annoying.

Ethan Ainsley bent down and kissed her forehead, "Good morning, my delicate wife."

"Not yet, don't shout nonsense." After saying that, Lola Hussey bit her lip with her teeth.