Ronald Loman frowned discontentedly but seemed to have gotten used to Annie Taylor's temper of getting into trouble every three days and causing a stir every five days. He immediately took big strides to catch up with her, walking beside her and saying, "Wife, your husband worked like a dog for so many days, aren't you going to say anything about massaging my legs or pounding my back?"
Annie Taylor rolled her eyes and ignored him, walking straight to the room the housekeepers had arranged for her.
Ronald Loman stayed close by her side, seemingly determined to stick around.
After she took out the door card to open the door, before she could even turn the door handle, Ronald Loman was already one step ahead, pushing the door open and walking in with great familiarity.
"Ronald Loman, get out of here! This is my room!" Annie Taylor frowned as she chased after him.
"No, it's ours." Ronald Loman raised an eyebrow in denial, while already starting to undo the buttons on his clothes.
