Christopher should appreciate my and Jasper's friendship.

Abigail slowly stirred from her slumber, finding herself comfortably ensconced in Christopher's arms. As her eyes met his, his warm smile greeted her, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of mixed feelings.

The dawning sun had lifted the cloud of rage that had hung over her head the day before. Even though she was still discontent with him, her mood was not as bad as it had been.

"Good morning, sugar," he said softly, with a humorous tone in his voice. His eyes were filled with a warmth that could melt even the hardest of hearts. Even after she had treated him so badly, his efforts to pacify her had not abated.

When she thought about her actions the day before, she was distressed.

'Were my actions towards him too harsh?' she pondered, looking at him inquisitively.

His smile lingered on his face. He looked surprisingly fresh and rejuvenated as if he had just stepped out of a refreshing shower.