Chapter 49 Something Was Poking My Back

• My eyes narrowed at his narration. I'm sure he's lying, but why was he sounding so serious as if we were discussing business or something that involved life and death? His mischievous and playful smile was nowhere in sight.
• And what did he mean by maintaining several positions? He was making it sound like I was the tyrant husband abusing his little poor wife.
• “You are lying,” I said, my face flushed with indignation.