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[Back in their suite...]
An awkward silence welcod us the mont we stepped back into our suite. I guess this sensitive partner of mine still thinks I’m angry with him for what he said yesterday. It was frustrating, yes, but it’s the truth, so I’m not that angry anymore. I still hope it won’t happen, but still, we never know. So basically, he was right when he said it’s better to be prepared.
Deciding to break the invisible wall between us, I spoke first.
"It’s good that you quickly caught what I was planning to do earlier."
He stopped walking and hesitantly turned to his side to look at . We were in the living room at that ti, and he was on his way to his room.
"Uhm... yes. I already thought of that as a backup plan, but I didn’t discuss it with you since I didn’t think it’s needed," he answered in a llow tone. "The target should have been easy to manipulate, but I... haah," he sighed deeply. Continuing in a soft murmur, he said, "I lost focus."
"Why did you lose focus?"
He flinched, probably thinking I wouldn’t hear the last part. But sorry for him, I take pride in the perfectness and sharpness of all my five senses. He then turned his back on and sighed again.
"It’s nothing."
Lies. It was easy to tell, though. He was probably still worried about what he said yesterday, which was weird. Since when did he care about my feelings? Hmm... Well, I guess he did care for them on several occasions already, but I always thought that he was only protecting as a partner for the mission—which was sothing normal for partners or teammates to do. If so, why did he seem more upset than I was?
"If you’re worried about yesterday, you shouldn’t be. I’m okay now. Sorry for lashing out and crying about it. You’re right, and I accept that. That’s why I—"
"No. I was... wrong."
"Huh? I just said you were—"
"I shouldn’t have said that."
"I said I’m fine."
"But... you cried."
His voice trembled a bit as he said those words. Surprised, my eyes widened, and for so reason... I felt so happy hearing him say that.
’That’s weird. Why do I suddenly feel happy?’
Clearing my throat, my mischievous self decided to tease him a little. I walked past him, turned around, and faced him. I still didn’t understand why crying shocked him so much when he enjoyed torturing back when I took my rank-up test and fought him.
’Don’t tell he’s beginning to warm up to like a pet that’s been tad? Woah. This is nice!’
"That’s right," I replied. "You DID make cry yesterday. What you said hurts my feelings, so of course, I will cry."
His fists tightened, and he bit his lips while averting his gaze at .
"I... ahm..."
His voice turned softer.
"Yes?"
Go on. Say it. Say that word people say when they realize they’re wrong.
And so, with much struggle, he finally said it.
"I... I’m... sorry."
...
...
...
’Aw.. Oh my goodness! Hearing him say that feels so nice! I don’t know why but I want to scream so badly. Woaaah!’
I tried to stop myself from smiling, but I was too late. My mouth already grinned from ear to ear.
"Ha-ha-ha! So you do know how to apologize, huh?"
"Urgh... Shut up."
"You should have seen yourself! You looked so cute—like a little boy saying sorry for the first ti."
"Are you mocking ?"
His tone returned to normal, and he glared at .
"Ha-ha-ha! No, I’m not. I just said you looked cute. That was a complint!"
"No man will be happy hearing soone refer to him as cute. Are you insane?"
"Then, should I say... you looked handso? Or hot?" I teased him further.
"I already know I’m both handso and hot."
"Woah. Confident much, huh?"
"I’m only speaking facts. It’s not a matter of confidence."
"Pft! Fine, my very handso and hot husband. Still, you looked cute saying sorry. Can you say that again? I just want to take a picture."
I pulled out my phone from my purse and aid the cara at his face.
"Co on, say it again."
"NO! Are you pissing off? Ugh. I shouldn’t have apologized. You look perfectly fine. You even have the energy to make fun of a person making a sincere apology."
"I did say I was fine. You’re the one who kept on pushing the issue."
"Ugh. Whatever. Let’s drop this."
"Wait! You still need to be punished."
"Huh?"
"You do sothing wrong, you pay for your cri. That’s normal, right?"
"Ugh. And what punishnt will that be?"
My lips curved into an evil grin.
’It’s payback ti!’
And so, for the rest of the day, I ordered Agent Helios around like what he did to when I got punished by Mythos. I asked him to cook for , buy a lot of stuff, make so drinks, get this and that for , and so much more! And the best part was that he couldn’t complain about it! Ha-ha-ha!
"Ahhh... the sweet taste of revenge," I teased him more as I sipped on the fruit shake he made for . "My heart is being healed."
I laid down on the couch in the living room, busy relaxing myself while I ordered him around.
"That’s great," Agent Helios replied. His suppressed anger was very evident in his tone. "Enjoy it while it lasts, my dear wife. I’m only allowing this today. But tomorrow, get ready for payback. I hope you’re not forgetting that I’m still in charge."
"Yes, yes. I rember. Let savor this victory for now."
He grunted and rolled his eyes. But afterward, he chuckled.
"Alright. Savor it all you want."
Hours passed, and before I knew it, it was already midnight. I guess I enjoyed ordering him around too much.
"Your ti is up," he said as soon as the clock struck twelve.
"Yeah. Too bad. I guess it’s ti for to sleep."
But my instincts suddenly gave chills, followed by Agent Helios’ vengeful laughter.
"Ha-ha. Who said you’re sleeping tonight?"
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