Silence fell in the living room when you continued to stare intently at your husband, who was now smoking while reading a document in his hand. Your lips pursed, and you crossed your arms over your chest in annoyance. Albert, who felt something strange about you, immediately opened his voice without taking his eyes off the document in his hand.

"What happened to those lips of yours? You look like a duck, little girl."

His words only made you more annoyed and made you whine silently. Albert let out a frustrated sigh and patted his thigh.

"Come here, little girl. Sit on my lap."

You nodded and approached him, and at that moment Albert put out his cigarette and threw the rest of the cigarette in the ashtray on the table in front of him, then put the documents down.

You climbed into his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your cheeks puffed out in annoyance, and it only made Albert chuckle.

"Okay, tell me what happened to you to make your lips look like that, my little girl."

He asked, his voice as gentle as possible as he stroked the side of your face with his finger.