"Every woman has her own kind of beauty," Lando said carefully. "Helena has hers … and you have yours."
I narrowed my eyes, suddenly unsure whether I should feel flattered that he liked both my old and new appearance, or annoyed that he was clearly trying to find the safest answer possible.
When I didn't say anything, he looked a little nervous. "But of course," he added quickly, "I like you more."
Both of us gasped at his last words. I didn't expect him to say something like that. He looked like he wanted to take it back, but I smiled before he could. "I like you too, Husband."
"Like" could be associated with when you favor something, right? Like saying I like ice cream, or something similar. It didn't necessarily have to mean love, right?
But even if it was a love confession, I wouldn't mind either.
However, that wasn't the topic I wanted to discuss right now. I quickly added, "Actually, I know Helena personally."
Lando looked a bit surprised. "Really?"
