Turning his head to get a better look at his wife, Carlos looked at her with a confused frown on his face.

"Again? Didn't you say so last time?"


"Last time was two weeks ago."

"Exactly my point. We haven't had sex forever and when I tried two weeks ago you told me the same thing."

Gwen shrugged.


"I'm not even."

Carlos continued to look at her for a few more seconds before he left her head with a deep sigh and sat down on the bed.


"Maybe you should go check this out."

Gwen laughed lightly.

"It's normal, honey. Don't worry about it, okay?" She turned to the side, now with her back to him as she tried to find a comfortable position.

"Uh, but just to be sure, talk to Fanny."

A scowl appeared on Gwen's expression as she didn't even try to control her expression, knowing exactly that Carlos couldn't see her.

"No need."

Carlos sighed again, sitting up to let go of his shirt before pulling the sheets over him as he lay down again.

"Uh, then let's go to the doctor. We should make sure there's nothing wrong with trying to have a baby early."

But Gwen doesn't respond to this anymore. She cannot be bothered.

Instead, she just pretended to fall asleep.

---

As soon as Michel reached the door, he stopped when he heard soft music playing from the other side of the hallway.

For a moment, he was fighting with himself whether he should go into his own room and stay away from her or should he give in and quench the craving he always had. when she was out of his sight.

Cursing under his breath, he finally turned and strode three steps toward her room, immediately entering without knocking on the front door.

He saw Fanny sitting on her windowsill, turned to look at him but wasn't really surprised that he had intruded without notifying her.

He'd just let her stand by the piano a few days ago, and now he was there, speechless, walking over to her, and sitting across from her.

She looks annoyed, most likely because he ignored her after what happened and now he doesn't even know how to comfort her without giving her hope illusory.

"You're here to tell me you talked to Vengo about me coming home, right?" She asked him, her voice low.

She hadn't turned on any lights in the room so the only light came from the moon outside, casting a soft glow on her face as he looked at her.

"I haven't talked to him yet."

Not wanting to send her the wrong message, he quickly decided to explain further.

"He and Audrey just got home. I'll talk to him tomorrow." Michel almost groaned out loud, hating how defensively he sounded.

"Are you telling me or is it you?" Fanny replied back.

Michel glared at her.

"You really should be more careful not to anger me."

"Is that meant to scare me? I've found it worse if you can remember correctly, a few words won't do the job."

He has had enough.

Michel doesn't even know why he's there in the first place, and since she doesn't make it easier for him, he doesn't feel like staying to feel worse about it all.

Before Michel had a chance to get up from his place on the windowsill, Fanny stopped him.

"Why, Michael?"

"What's up?"

"Why are you doing this? You want me to go but you haven't talked to Vengo yet. You threatened me but you still came to see me. Just admit it."

Michel frowned at her and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Admit what? That you were out of my mind?"

"I've never denied that I am. Obviously, I must if..." Fanny interrupted her, biting her bottom lip as she refused to continue.

She can't handle rejection well and by adding more she will only make herself an easy target.

"What if?" Michel leaned in.

Fanny glanced away from the view outside the window to look at him, finding his deep eyes holding hers, unwavering.

"If you feel the same way for me." She vaguely added, unwilling to provide further insight.

Michel leaned a little closer to her.

"What way?"

"Never."

"Tell me."

"Why do you even want to know? You don't seem to care."

"Because you didn't finish the sentence."

"I don't want to continue."

"What? What do you mean, Fanny?"

She kept quiet, the two just staring at each other as the tension between them grew.

Fanny could smell Michel's fresh scent, only to realize that he wasn't wearing his usual blazer and trousers, but a simple black T-shirt that hugged his upper body.

She forcefully stopped her eyes from wandering down his body and brought them back to his face in time to watch him lick his lips.

"Tell me." His voice is low and low.

Instead of answering Michel's question, Fanny decided to push him a little further.

"Do you want to hear it because you feel the same way?"

"I told you I didn't..."

"You talk a lot of crap, Michel." She interrupted him as soon as she heard his defense.

Michel's eyes widened in shock as Fanny dared to speak again.

"Sorry?"

She shrugged and turned to look out the window.

Fanny seems adamant that she doesn't want to branch out on the subject and Michel isn't sure if he should continue to insist.

Instead, he brought up something else he had noticed about her.

"You really don't swear, do you?" Michel spoke after a few minutes of silence.

Fanny was surprised at the unrelated comment, though it still wasn't enough to get her to reply.

"Swearing when you're angry. What a pity."

"I am not angry."

"You're seething. But in your case, it's funny. Like Mickey Mouse trying to fight the Hulk."

She finally found him and glanced back, this time with a confused frown plastered on her face.

"Are you seriously calling yourself Hulk?"

Despite himself, Michel had to do his best to hold back the smile there, though there was still a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"You're weird, you know that?"