Logan quickly held his chain. “What are you doing? This is a symbol of my status.”
Sophia laughed and leaned against John as she jokingly asked, “Was he wearing that chain when you met him the first time?”
John looked at Sophia for a while before looking back. “He was.”
Sophia arched her eyebrow and joked, “Did you become friends with him because of his chain?”
Logan knew she was teasing his taste, so he slapped her leg. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sophia huddled closer to John, evading Logan. Then, John closed his eyes and carried her up to put her on his lap. Sophia was stunned, while Logan stood up and pointed at them. “W-What are you two doing? Showing public affection? Stop it!”
John hugged her calmly, his expression bland. “We’re married, so this is normal.”
Meanwhile, Sophia was stiff, for she didn’t expect him to do this. However, she was delighted after snapping out of it, so she hugged his neck and looked back at Logan. “That wasn’t public affection. This is.” Then, she pecked John on his lips, making him freeze. She didn’t expect him to hug her, nor did he expect her to kiss him. Once again, they were tied.
However, Logan started complaining, acting all hysterical as he jumped about like a frustrated monkey. “Hey, you can’t do that! Everyone knows you two are loving, so you don’t have to show it. Let go, now!”
Sophia hugged John and huddled closer to him. “No.” A moment later, John sighed quietly with her still in his arms. Why do I feel that no matter what I do, it’s a bit off when she's involved?
Logan went to the sofa and turned his back on them. Chuckling, Sophia looked up at John. As he looked down at her, something flew between them. Logan kept grumbling until the evening. When it was dinnertime, he lay on the sofa, refusing to leave. “I want to have your cooking, Sophia. You’re obviously a good cook! I bet your cooking’s delish! Can you give me the honor of tasting your food once? I have no other requests.”
He had been saying that for a while now, much to her annoyance, so she quickly stopped him. “Alright, stop it. I’ll cook, but not for you. My husband and I need to eat, so you’re just riding the train.”
He had been saying that for a while now, much to her annoyance, so she quickly stopped him. “Alright, stop it. I’ll cook, but not for you. My husband and I need to eat, so you’re just riding the train.”
Logan leaped up happily. “It’s fine. I just want to taste your cooking. What’s on the menu? Should I call Ian as well? He’s alone too, and with the Morgan household as it is, he might not even get to have dinner.”
John stopped typing on his laptop, and he looked at the data for a bit before continuing. Sophia slowly went down from the sofa and dismissed what Logan said. “Sure. You’re here anyway, so Ian coming over is fine. But let me remind you that we don’t have any poker facilities here, so forget about playing a game.”
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