Chapter 118. Gabriella’s Guilt

Hearing the chatter of his wife, Max spontaneously laughed. "I'm kidding, Gaby." A second later, he pressed his lips to her ear.

"I want us to always be together. Forever. Every morning, I can kiss your forehead as soon as I wake up. And every night, I can kiss your lips before going to sleep. Isn't that a lot of fun?"

Hearing her husband's enthusiastic whisper, Gabriella's expression suddenly froze. Worry had come back to her, reminding that what she was going through, might not happen again.

“Max, can I do it for you tonight?” Gabriella asked, holding back a groan.

"Why?" the husband asked with furrowed brows.

"Because all this time, I've never done it," the woman replied flatly. "Let me make you the king tonight."

Hearing such a magical request, Max finally stopped. "Are you sure?" he asked as he helped his wife up.

After a while, Gabriella's eyeballs shook at the sight of her husband. “Yes,” she said before curling a small smile.