"Is there some pressing matter you're dealing with?" Diana asked casually as she approached, thinking he might be upset, prompting his retreat to the upstairs.
"Dear, I'm looking into our business affairs in Africa," John replied, closing his laptop. "I haven't dispatched Jackson; it was his own volunteering."
Diana's face fell, realizing John was indeed irritated.
Just as she suspected.
"John," Diana got closer, took the laptop off his lap, tilted her head, and gazed at him. Then, she planted a gentle kiss on his lips.
"I'm sorry; it's my fault for making you upset."
She looked at him with pleading eyes. "I got carried away for a moment because I was genuinely happy..."
The affectionate nickname 'baby' she used had an almost magical effect, like a potent elixir of love.
"No need t
