Displeased

"Honey," Aaron called while following Helena's footsteps towards the living room. He saw the woman throw her body quite hard on the enormous sofa there. There were lines of irritation on her beautiful face, or perhaps jealousy, which she no longer concealed as before. She was angry, of course. He would react the same way if a man who liked his wife appeared in front of their house. This house was their private area that uninvited guests could not invade.

"May I sit next to you?" he asked, which immediately got a glare from her. She did not answer him. Nor did she show a rejection gesture. So, he thought that she agreed.

He immediately sat down next to his woman. He looked at her lovingly. Then, his hand reached out to touch her face but was quickly pushed away by his wife.

"Don't touch," She hissed sharply. Both her hands crossed in self-defense over the situation. Really, she wanted to explode right now.

"You're angry?" he asked again. Anyone who saw it would in