What is love supposed to be like?

"Ahem!" Leo cleared his throat as Dragon approached, taking Hera's vacated seat. He raised his chin, trying to maintain composure. "This is strange. You always come home in the evening."

"My wife complains that I spend too little time with her. So, as a good husband, I want to pacify her." Dragon smiled, crossing his legs. "I don't want to disregard her longing and then be surprised if she finds comfort elsewhere."

"You think I like her?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Mr. Wu." A shallow laugh escaped Dragon. "All I'm saying is she might like you in a way that might anger me."

"Hah…" Leo ran his tongue across his inner cheek, rendered speechless by his bluntness.

"So?" Dragon raised a brow, tilting his head. "What were you two discussing to make such a face?"

"What face?"

"You looked… surprised," Dragon guessed, intrigued. "Or was I mistaken?"