Chapter 220: Third-Rate Jokes

While enjoying his grapes, Hyson looked at her and said, "Although this gesture of yours is quite commendable, it'd have felt more intimate if you had really peeled these grapes yourself." He put another juicy and plump grape between his teeth and went on, "But getting this much from you is already feeling like I've used up half the luck of my life."

Raelle didn't give him any response at all. She just sat there on the chair, with her one leg crossed over the other while her arms were crossed above her chest. Her blank eyes were following the movements of his hand and mouth as he continued to relish in sweetness of the grapes.

"By the way, it's really surprising that you're here spending your Sunday with me instead of your husband."

"We each need our personal space as well," she replied.

"You just got married about a month ago and you already want personal space?" retorted Hyson. "You should avail every second to bond with him."