CHAPTER 52- THE DINNER PARTY.

Dexter watched in amusement as Mera scurried all over the place, clearly in distress. She was holding different clothes in her hands, and jewelry was strewn all over. He chuckled softly, and Mera shot him a glowering look, forcing a hearty laugh out of him.

"You… Why are you laughing? It's not funny!" She pouted, very surprised.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." He said, an apologetic look on his face.

Mera sneered. Dropping the clothes in her hands all over him as a sort of retaliation, she shambled to the large room like closet once again, burying herself in it.

Just then, she felt a warm hand snaking its way towards her stomach from her waist. Dexter hugged her from behind. She turned to look him in the eye.

"Why are you so uneasy, wife?" He probed.

Wife. . . She liked the sound of that.

"It's just a dinner party-"