Kris Cooper, sitting in the driver’s seat, pursed his lips and didn’t utter a word. The car was so silent that Vera Wave’s voice sounded abruptly out of place.
She stopped laughing, focusing on his profile. "What’s wrong?"
Kris Cooper kept his lips tightly sealed, ignoring her. In fact, at this mont, he felt as if his lungs were about to explode with anger. If he weren’t suppressing his foul temper, he would have loved nothing more than to crash into a few cars on the road to vent his anger. He rembered clearly that the dress she was wearing now was not the one she had on when she left this morning. He had prepared a surprise candlelight dinner for her at ho, but she went to et that Nathan Leafcastle, even buying a new dress for the occasion. The re thought of this made him furious enough to want to kill soone.
Looking at his gloomy face, Vera Wave pursed her small lips. "I’m sorry... I... I didn’t an to ridicule you. Actually, you look quite handso in an apron—and especially adorable. Besides, darling... you can cook too? I never realized! You’re so amazing... you’re practically the perfect husband! Hehe!"
Her usual flattery, which had always worked wonders, received absolutely no response this ti. The man in the driver’s seat remained stoic and silent.
This tactic isn’t working, Vera Wave mused, then decided to try another. "Ouch, it hurts so much!" She clutched her arm, moaning lodramatically.
Kris Cooper knew she was faking it, so he ignored her.
Seeing his expression, she turned her face to the window and stopped crying out in pain. Instead, her small shoulders began to hitch, and she sniffled occasionally. While feigning tears, she peeked at the car window, watching Kris Cooper’s reflection. When she saw his reflection tilt slightly in her direction, she imdiately exaggerated her sniffling and shoulder-shrugging.
Stopping at a red light, Kris Cooper glanced at her, gnashing his teeth in frustration. It was clearly her fault, yet she’s acting aggrieved?! This infuriating little creature! Only she would act like this. If it were anyone else, I’d have thrown them into the moat to feed the fish long ago.
"Stop crying," he grumbled, his brow furrowed.
Vera Wave ignored him. Covering her face with her hands, she started "crying" with whimpering noises.
His gaze swept over the bloody scratches on her arm, and his heart ached again. He quickly pulled out a tissue and handed it to her. "Stop crying." This ti, his tone was much softer.
Vera Wave, her hands still covering her face, spoke in a tearful voice, "Unless you promise not to be mad at , I’ll keep crying!"
This damn girl! Kris Cooper took a deep breath. "I’m not mad."
"You don’t sound sincere."
"I’m not angry with you."
Vera Wave turned her face towards him and peeked at him through a small gap between her fingers. "The word ’angry’ is written all over your face!"
Kris Cooper frowned, took a deep breath, and managed a smile.
"That’s a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes."
Kris Cooper turned, grabbed her arm, and pulled it down. Vera, caught completely off guard, had her fake crying instantly exposed. Taken aback for a mont, she then smiled sweetly at him. "Honey, my acting just now... wasn’t it pretty good?"
Seeing that she hadn’t really been crying, Kris Cooper turned away again, started the car, and ignored her.
Helpless, Vera Wave continued to coax him. Despite trying every trick she knew, she couldn’t manage to cheer him up.
As Kris Cooper parked the car and started walking up the steps, she hurried to intercept him. She struck what she considered a very sexy pose in front of him. "Honey, don’t you think my dress is beautiful? Doesn’t it show off my figure well?" As she said this, she proudly puffed out her small chest. "The shopkeeper asked for two hundred, but I haggled him down to one eighty! Aren’t I capable, honey?"
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