Call you Grandpa

“Caspian, it’s your dearest wife, you should go explain to her before she ruins your five years plans,” the sarcastic words flowed casually out of Celina’s lips but her slender and artistically manicured fingers were tightly wrapped around his neatly pressed white color.

Caspian looked beyond Celina and his eyes narrowed when he saw Saffron standing dumbly by the door, still holding the knob.

“What are you doing here?” Caspian asked calmly and carefully moved Celina out of the way so he could see Saffron without anything hindering his sight.

The way he was gentle with Celina sent a blow to Saffron’s heart. He had never for once treated her with so much care, nor has she ever seen so much gentleness in his orbs. Tears stung her eyes and she tried not to shed them. She should have expected that he’d do away with her one day but she never imagined the dead would come back to life. He never loved her but why does her heart ache so much? Why does it feel as though her legs would give wa