I Will Be The One Punish…

Zethan had no idea how things had escalated to this point. His cutely stubborn wife had somehow managed to push him to the brink—over a bowl of soup.

Him. Zethan. The well-mannered, always-composed Zethan, was actually annoyed over something so trivial as a bowl of soup.

This woman.

She was seriously something.

He shook his head in disbelief.

And then, to his surprise, she didn't feed him again.

Instead, Lilia casually lifted the spoon and began eating the soup herself.

Zethan blinked, stunned. 'Was she serious?'

Lilia let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. "You know what? I've changed my mind. This soup is really good. Wow. So, I'm eating it now."

She continued eating, completely ignoring him, leaving this poor, helpless man of hers hanging.

Then, as if remembering something, she turned to him and giggled.

"Oh, right! No soup for you."

Zethan narrowed his eyes. What?