Chapter 40. The Compassion

ERIC's POV

"How old are you again?" I asked and noticed her nibble on her lower lip before answering.

"Twenty-three." She replied.

"You know Ice creams are meant for kids, right?"

She stared at the cobblestone ground, her pale cheeks instantly turning red as she did. "I'm not so big, I'm just twenty-three years old. At my age, a certain amount of sugar isn't such a bad idea, is it?" She muttered, meeting my gaze briefly.

"You're still a grown-up."

"Yes, but I'm not as big as you. I'm small, you said that the other day. 'Why do you have to be so little, wife?' Remember?"

I listened to her quote me while trying to imitate my voice, and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. She looked cute.

"I meant why you had to be so little in statute, not age." I corrected her.

"But it doesn't matter, or does it? I'm still little at something, which means I can have ice cream, right?" She asked, looking up at me with a pair of big puppy-like ha