Leo
My wife is a stubborn brat.
"I don't like you."
And there is the proof. I have to repress the urge to groan at how Nora is behaving. Why can't she just admit that she likes me, and then we can move along and stop fighting?
Sigh.
You wanna know the answer?
My wife loves to make things difficult. I think she is addicted to drama, or something.
I glare down into Nora's face. Her features are childlike and innocent. Rosy cheeks and freckles dotted over her skin. Those eyes meeting mine are a dreamy blue, and her lips are pink.
Nora is beautiful, and with her cute, petite appearance, it's easy to mistake her for being weak, but this woman is so independent it's hard getting to know her. How am I supposed to get inside her heart when there is an ice wall around it? We are married, ye
