Please Don't Pretend to Be My Father

Abigail sighed deeply, shaking her head as she looked at the closed door. Her grandpa's expression earlier had left her speechless. He looked like someone who was about to consume his wedding night.

'Geez, he really can't wait, huh? Wait… why does Grandpa look just like…?' She lightly shook her head, dismissing Sawyer's sultry expression from her mind as she began to feel the atmosphere in the house was uncomfortable.

She cleared her throat and murmured, "Gosh, why does he look so impatient? Did he forget that my grandma is still unwell?"

"Little wife, don't mind them. They are both old enough to figure out how to express their longing after so many years apart…" Sawyer chuckled, observing his wife's sulky expression.

"But—" Abigail started to protest, but Sawyer interrupted her.

"Alright, my wife. We also need to rest upstairs. Don't forget we are newlyweds and need to express our love, too, right?" His teasing smile made her heart race.