Everyone knows that he was joking and that was how he had been.
So, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Helena looked at him and continued with his play, "Sure. But if I see another lady's things at your place, I will leave immediately. You sure?"
"What should I do with my wife's things then? She will kill me if she finds that I moved her things," He pursed his lips sadly but the dramatic way he did that was the exact opposite of being sad.
Helena raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It's good that you know."
She is no longer the girl he met on the street but his wife.
Vernon chuckled, "Of course I know. How many times have you beaten me just because I moved your things in school?"
As he spoke, he walked towards her and leaned against the mirror, crossed his legs and looked at her.
His hand subconsciously reached for a bottle on the table and he started spinning it.
