My lovely wife

"Well, you couldn't blame me. My wife's a stunner. I'm a lucky bastard to have her."

I felt my face heated with the way Gideon complimented me in front of these people. I was sure as hell that my neck was red as tomatoes. I hope Gideon won't look at me.

But he did. He smiled at me before excusing us from Mr. Golding.

"Are you blushing earlier?" Gideon asked while we were in front of the food. Gideon asked for truffle pasta.

"What? I'm not, Gideon!" I denied. The hell would I admit it to him!

"Really?" The corner of his lips curled in a playful smile.

"Shut up, Gideon." I rolled my eyes at him as I reached for my glass of champagne.

"Hmm…" From the corner of my eyes, I saw him staring at me.

"Quit looking at me," I said, my eyes turning into slits.

He played with the glass of champagne in his hand. "Why? Am I making you blush?"

I could feel my blood going up to my cheeks. "I told you I'm not blushing. Stop insinuating things!"

He pursed his lips. "Alright. But don