"Grantt," I called out to him as he hummed a tune.
He seems to be in a good mood today. His face radiates joy. I rarely witness this demeanor from him, especially when we're alone.
"Yes, wife?" he replied casually.
Although his words were spoken casually, I was momentarily taken aback. I'm still adjusting to this new way of addressing me. I'm not sure if I should be pleased or annoyed. I'm more accustomed to his grumpiness. That's how I got to know him.
"Why? You're my wife, aren't you?"
I simply rolled my eyes, which made him laugh.
"I'll come to your condo."
A mischievous smile crossed his face, leaving me puzzled. I stared at him with an inquisitive look. "You're coming? Okay."
"What's with your evil smile? I'm coming because you might forget that I'm your manager? I'm always h
