CHAPTER 47: Sausages

Nishane's Point of View

"WIFE! Nishane! Hey! What's wrong?" Prior to fully closing the bedroom door, I heard Clifford call. He annoys me so much. He ought to be aware of that, I hope. But even if he doesn't, I hope he will soon realize how annoying he is.

The bedroom door finally opened and shut after some time. It was evidence that Clifford had come in. I stretched out on the plush bed, took a deep breath, and wrapped a blanket around me.

Clifford had sat there, I could tell because I felt the bed sink into the room behind me.

"Hey, wife. Are you mad at me? What did I do wrong?" He softly enquired. It appeared to be patient and quiet. It is not like earlier when he posed straightforward and occasionally even serious inquiries as if he were not in the mood.

The smoothness of his voice has changed since then, though. When I'm pregnant, is that really how it is? Is he really so concerned about my feelings?

I resembled a large tree that had just fallen. His kind voice made me vulner