Irina's point of view:

He kept mute.

"I am sorry for saying that." I apologized to him.

He kept mute.

"I am prettier than her." I said childishly.

This is the first time I admitted that I am beautiful.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked me. He let go of me as he faced me.

"Am I not?" I asked him.

"Why did you say that?" He asked.

"Like if you feel drawn to her, just remember your wife is prettier than her, so that won't make you think too much about her." I played with the Hem of his clothes.

That made him laugh.

"Seriously?" She said...