Chapitre 501: 501. It Matters

Mauve squinted her eyes at Jael, he seemed totally unbothered, and maybe so should she.

"You're right," she smiled at him.

"I am always right," he grinned, his impeccable teeth and smile made her catch her breath.

"No, you're not."

"Okay," he said but not before rolling his eyes.

She stretched in his arms, groaning loudly.

"Do you want me to massage your shoulders?" He asked.

"Aren't you being very nice?" She smiled.

"What's that supposed to mean? I am always very nice to you," he whispered.

She squinted her eyes at him. "Well, you're right."

"I told you, I am always right."

"No, you're not." She said stubbornly.

"If you say…"

Mauve watched Jael's words drown out as a huge frown appeared on his face. "Now what does he want?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a knock resounded and without waiting for a response, Louis walked in.

"Louis," she cried in excitement.