"Ugh! Are you trying to murder your own husband?!" Jensen Morrison clutched his chest, his expression a masterpiece of agony.
"Stop acting! Get out." Ivy Holden figured it was about time; she still needed to check if things were finished on Melody Reese's end.
"I never realized you'd become so powerful. Looks like when we're out in the world, your husband will have to rely on you for protection!" Jensen Morrison took Ivy Holden's hand, continuing his act as a kept man.
"Stop messing around! I have important things to do," Ivy Holden said, her expression turning serious.
"Then you go do your important things. I'll just sleep here." As Jensen Morrison spoke, he deftly threw back the covers and slid in.
"Then don't bother me. I'm going to meditate and clear my mind," Ivy Holden said.
"Fine." As long as he wasn't kicked out of bed, anything else was negotiable.
