The Face Behind The Anonymous Blog

"When do you say our daughter is coming back?" Elena asked as she stabbed her pork jerky with her fork.

Mark lifted his head with a smirk at the corner of his lips. "Are you tired of my company after only a day?"

"No," Elena shook her head. "I just thought that you loves your daughter more."

"Hahahaha... Who told you that?" Mark asked while trying to depict any signs of jealousy on her face. "How can I love my daughter more than the mother who gave birth to her?"

Although his words were romantic, Elena thought that she should make a little trouble. Sometimes, peace could be a little too much and it would be good to spice things up once in a while.

"Really?" she asked while raising a questioning brow. Mark replied positively and she decided to nod with a meaningful look on her face.