Wyatt's lips curved slightly, and his expression softened. Although he didn't say anything, I knew he was overjoyed by what I just said. He leaned forward to plant a deep kiss on my lips.

"Hubby." I beamed at Wyatt, feeling my sad mood reside.

Upon recalling the conversation between Wyatt and Oswald, I tilted my head curiously, wanting to know what could've inclined Oswald to make such a statement about Wyatt, despite the fact that it's perfectly obvious that Wyatt doesn't like Lorelei a bit. "What's with Lorelei, hubby?" I inquired while blinking my eyes cutely.

Wyatt isn't the type to speak much, and I'm afraid that he won't want...