After Damon Hawke finished dealing with some business, he looked up to see Elara Don storming into the kitchen with a look of anger, a smile flickered in his eyes.
Hmm, his future wife was very angry, and the consequences were severe.
He couldn't just sit back and do nothing.
Thinking this, he got up and strode into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Elara Don was opening the fridge, pondering what breakfast to prepare for the two little ones.
Damon Hawke hugged her from behind, sniffing her hair.
"Elly, you smell so good."
The man's voice was tender and affectionate, enough to melt anyone's heart.
Elara Don suppressed the tingling feeling in her heart and elbowed him hard.
"Damon, you scoundrel, let go of me!"
Damon felt a sharp pain in his chest and hissed, but didn't release her.
"Elly, come on, if attempting to murder your husband is what it takes to calm you down, I won't complain, I'll let you handle me as you please."
Elara Don: "..."
