"Petty," Rianne woke up with a start, quickly averting her gaze in a slight huff.

Michael enjoyed seeing her delicate pout. He bent down, intending to resume what he hadn't finished moments ago, but before he could move, an unwelcome guest interrupted their intimacy.

Michael's face darkened as though it could drip water.

Couldn't he have a moment of privacy?

Trying to steal a tender moment with his wife was proving difficult!

"Ria! Why do you look like this?" Stella cried out, throwing herself onto Rianne, watching her with concern.

Rianne smiled, pushing her away gently. "If you keep jumping on me like that, I might start feeling unwell again."...