Mirabel and Adrian could be seen in a restaurant, they were sitting on the chairs opposite each other.
"Your orders," the waiter said as he dropped two plates of steak and a bottle of wine with two glass cups and two bottles of water.
"Enjoy," the waiter said. "Thanks," Mirabel appreciated and he left.
"This looks delicious," Mirabel said as she picked the cutleries to devour the food. "Not as delicious as you," Adrian flirted.
"You have naughty thoughts," Mirabel started and he chuckled. "You are my wife," he started.
"We are in public, what if someone heard you?" She inquired. "Complimenting my wife? Let them," he replied.
"What if they want to have a taste too?" She asked teasingly knowing his reaction will be nothing to write home about.
"I am going to cut them open like this,"
