The man's voice was filled with mischief as he looked at his wife.
Though his complexion couldn't be seen because of the white patch, her reaction made it clear, his expression must have been full of love for her.
"Why do you have to be so angry every day?" he asked, his tone carrying the air of a man unjustly accused, though both of them knew it was an act.
Eli let out a soft snort, crossing her arms. "You taught Ian those awful words again, didn't you? I warned you not to say things like that in front of him!"
"Hm?" Hearing her words, the man let out a puzzled hum, trying to recall when he had ever used those words in front of his son.
But he couldn't remember, mainly because he swore so often whenever he was outside his wife's sight that the moments blurred together.
So, he tried to deny it while carefully avoiding her sharp gaze. "Well… I don't remember anything about that," he said, his tone just a little too casual.
