"A gesture? What kind of gesture?" Tristan Grayson was a little lost, not understanding why she was angry.
'We already have a child. To be blunt, all that's missing is a marriage certificate. So, what more of a gesture does she need?'
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Tristan Grayson. He grinned slyly and said, "Honey, since you... want... me... to make... a gesture... then I'll give you a... *proper*... gesture... right now. I... guarantee... you'll... be... satisfied..."
Fuming, Mika Summers kicked Tristan Grayson away. "You jerk, get off me!" 'The gesture I was talking about wasn't *that* kind of gesture!'
'This jerk. Does he really not get it, or is he just pretending?'
Mika Summers was about to be driven crazy by Tristan Grayson.
...
「The next day.」
Mika Summers didn't open her eyes until it was already high noon.
