Chapter 696

She hung her head low, her voice sweet and soft as she replied, "It's different."

"What's different?" Xander asked.

Abigail wondered, 'Does he genuinely not understand, or is he just teasing me?'

"Huh?" he pressed.

His voice was so deep and rich that even a single syllable from him made Abigail's cheeks flush. "The way I feel about you and Grandma, it's different."

Of course, Xander understood. He just wanted to rile her up, wanted to hear her say it out loud. "So, do you like me a little now?"

That question stumped Abigail because she was not sure herself. "I don't know."

Xander's eyebrows quirked up. "Don't know?"

Abigail obediently nodded. "But what I'm certain of is, you're Nathan, my husband. The man I'll grow to love will only be you."

This was her way of being accountable to their marriage. She, like him, was committed to making their marriage work. The question of love had not factored much into it. Xander had also maintained this attitude toward their marriage, but no