Everett brought Zaiyila back to the house and headed straight to the kitchen to find something for her to eat for dinner. Zaiyila followed him immediately.
"Eve," Zaiyila called softly, her face adorned with a cute expression.
Everett gulped and leaned closer to her. "My Queen, I'm quite busy right now. Must you call me that?" His gaze drifted to her lips.
Zaiyila wore a confused expression. "Oh… husband?" she smiled beautifully, looking more charming than ever.
Everett pressed his lips together. Will you please stop teasing me like this, he thought. "Does my Queen need something?" he inquired.
"I'm sorry for today," she murmured.
Everett couldn't resist anymore and kissed her. After having his fill, he pulled away and voiced gently, "My Queen, you shouldn't be. I've said it many times—you can't be wrong in anything, so don't apologize so easily."
Zaiyila pouted. "What if I slapped my teacher without being provoked? Isn't that considered wrong?"
"No."
"Ehn! How?"
