After Clara started to make some dinner, Genesis accompanied those butlers to their respective rooms as the lovebirds were left alone in the kitchen.
They realized they had to leave those two alone so they could spend some quality time together and, perhaps, solve their problem before it became worse.
“Wife,” Tristan called while he’s resting his palms on the kitchen island, he’s sitting on the stool casually while watching his wife cook for him on his front.
“Yes?” Clara softly gazed at him, so Tristan clenched his fists before wetting his lower lip. It was drying because he was anxious about how his wife was acting.
“Are you sure you’re alright about what you heard? We could talk about it,” Tristan worriedly asked, so Clara stopped for a moment.
“I am alright with eve
