Lily Shaw didn't know why her nose suddenly stung. It had been so long since she'd felt this kind of tenderness from anyone; even just one sentence was enough to make her heart feel warm and toasty.
"Husband, let go first, I need to take the dish off the stove."
Eldest Young Master Grant heard the strain in her voice. He knew this tsundere little woman would never say anything cheesy to him. He let out a muffled chuckle, tightened his left arm around her in a domineering hug, and with his right hand reached past Lily's arm to grab the clean plate prepared on the stove. "Wife, plate it up."
Lily instinctively stepped back, and her slipper accidentally landed on the man's shoe behind her, startling her. "Husband, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
