Chapter 97: Killing with a borrowed knife.
The happiness of the new changes in the system made Sigrid laugh, unexpectedly, it was more useful than she ever thought. With tools at hand, she would not have to work so hard to turn around everyone’s loyalty.
"What is making you so happy?" Roland asked. He could hear the smallest sound of laughter coming from her mouth. It was as if she was trying to control it but she failed miserably. "Do you like being in my arms so much?"
She rolled her eyes, hoping that he would not notice. Her husband had quite the big ego. Sigrid was about to respond when she felt Roland lowering his hands. They moved from where they had steadily been around her waist and trailed lower.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He patted her backside gently and replied smugly, "I believe that it is called hugging."
"I think we have two different understandings of the meaning of the word hug." She chuckled slowly.
Despite her words which can have been taken to mean assumption, she did not make any effort to move away. Her hands just patted his back gently, like she was comforting her baby. Roland found himself happy, he thought suddenly that he was glad he had married her. She was very soft, she smelled nice, was warm, understanding and wise, able to discern every situation with accuracy.
The momentary feeling of like was doused by a reminder that this was the same woman with whom he had been so uninterested in.
His emotions fluctuated and he convinced himself that it did not matter, the past was gone, they had a future to look forward to, so what if he did not dislike his wife? Wasn’t it natural to like one’s wife?