"I can't afford to be angry." Eldest Young Master Grant gently tucked the strand of hair hanging down her left cheek behind her ear and said softly, "Darling, compared to those words, I care more about you. Too much anger can harm your health, don't let that scoundrel upset you."
"I'm sorry, husband." For the first time, Lily Shaw felt she owed the man holding her.
Ever since their first meeting, this man had shown her countless care and attention, yet she had only cooked for him every day and hadn't even bought him a piece of clothing.
"Why did you suddenly say those three words to me?"
"I feel I'm not good enough to you, so I said I'm sorry." Lily Shaw hugged the man's waist, somewhat sheepishly explaining, "You've bought me so many things, and I haven't even bought you a piece of clothing. You're so good to me, yet I've done nothing for you. Husband, I'll be good to you in the future."
