Daphne’s POV
Did I hear him correctly, or is my mind playing tricks on me? Did he just ask me to be his Valentine?
"What?" I blurted out, my voice laced with surprise. "You want me to be your Valentine?" I asked again, needing confirmation.
"I... of course... I mean, we are married," he said, his voice uncertain, as if he were second-guessing himself. "You can be my Valentine if you want. I mean, I'm not forcing you."
The flutter in my stomach vanished instantly. Just like that.
I scoffed, crossing my arms. "I don’t need your pity, okay?" Annoyance crept into my tone, but I didn’t bother hiding it.
His brows furrowed. "What did I say wrong?" he asked, genuinely confused.
I let out a frustrated sigh. "You can be my Valentine if I want?" I repeated, shaking my head. "That’s not asking
