"Let's go back," Radulf said, slowly pulling his hand from Melissa's. She hummed and quietly followed her before closing the doors behind her.
As they walked silently through the corridor, Radulf asked, "Would you like to go to the garden with me if you aren't tired?"
"No, I am not," Melissa answered. And shortly, they descended the spiral stairs which led faster to the garden. The lamps illuminated the paths carved in the garden.
"I didn't tell you before, but you maintained my mother's garden well," Radulf complimented her.
"What's gotten into you suddenly? You are exceptionally soft today. I wonder if you will change your attitude toward me tomorrow," Melissa murmured.
Radulf raised a brow and slowly halted. Seeing him, she also stopped. He pivoted on his heels and gazed at her. "I'm doing what a husband does. Live the present moment and don't care about the future."