Chapter 449 What's Wrong with Flirt with My Wife?

• When Lucille came down the stairs and reached the landing, she saw Flint, the usually stoic man, sitting at the dining table. Gone was his usual icy, distant demeanor. Rather than his usual icy, distant demeanor, he was grinning foolishly and chewing on a fork.
• What could possibly make him laugh like that?
• Lucille furrowed her brows. She had never imagined that one day she would witness such a goofy expression on Flint's face—the face of a man who was normally a complete iceberg.