60: Hawk's Invitation

WINTER:

“I never said that!” I exclaimed.

“I heard it, pumpkin. You're so cute when you're embarrassed.”

My nose flared. “I'm not trying to be cute!” I whispered in a harsh voice.

“I know. You're not acting to be one. It's effortless,” he retorted in a dreamy voice. “Can I keep you forever, pumpkin?”

“You're getting drunk.”

“Drunk of happiness because of you. I wish we were always like this. I don't know talking to you is fun. It seemed like we were on a courting stage where we got to know each other.”

I fell silent.

Well, it was true. Back then, we got married directly. Calcifer was so busy at that time, running their business while I was also helping Dad with our company. Except for our names and family background, we did not have any idea who my groom was.

“You're being cheesy,” I muttered under my breath, but was silently smiling. I liked talking to him, too, and unfortunately, no matter how much I tried to keep the hatred in my heart, it was slowly disappearing. It will only