Chapter 165 Dancing

“Mr. Clinton, I'm really happy now. Truly, I'm impossibly happy. Even if this is a dream, I implore you to let me dream on for a while longer,” Amelia entreated.
After placing the vegetables he'd washed onto the plate, Oscar chided, “You're letting your imagination run wild again, huh? If you like my cooking, I'll take the time to cook for you when I'm not busy. I'm your husband, so it's only natural that I cook for you. Is it necessary for you to think that you're dreaming?”
Amelia rested against Oscar's back like a child. Bliss was written all over her face, but her eyes unwittingly turned red.