Chapter Fifteen: First Conflict Strike One

Let love simply bloom more, even with rejection sometimes. Because when it surges back, it would be impossible to be stopped again.

Zoey halted from her steps when she saw a silhouette opening the fridge after she stepped inside the kitchen. She got thirsty in the middle of the night so she wanted something to drink somehow. "Hello? Dio, is that you?" Zoey turned on the lights and there was her husband, looking for something while his back was bent over. Zoey averted her gaze for a while because damn. Dionysus' back looked so manly on her eyes.

"I just wanted to make you some milk. I promised to do that for you nights ago, remember?" Zoey strutted towards Dionysus, leaned towards the countertop, hugged herself and watched him prepare a glass and a carton of fresh milk. "Do you want it warm or what?"

"Warm." Zoey breathily said.

"Right. Yeah, I remembered."

Zoey blew a deep breath. She can feel it, the tension. The tension between her and Dionysus ever since their lunch from that r