Joseph looked slightly taken aback.
Then it dawned on him.
The fact that she was asking this meant she hadn't been mad for a while.
Someone who could self-reflect was naturally a reasonable person; there was no way she would stay angry all the way until nightfall and give him the silent treatment.
She was just messing with him.
He smiled softly, stood up, and pulled Vivica up from her chair by one hand. He took her seat and seamlessly pulled her onto his lap.
"What are you doing? I've already showered, and you haven't even changed out of your travel clothes."
Vivica complained and feigned disgust, but she made no move to pull away.
Joseph was a bit of a neat freak. Normally, when he got home, the first thing he did was shower and change into loungewear.
But tonight, there was no time.
He only wanted to see his wife and make sure she was happy.
At her complaint, Joseph lifted his arm and took a sniff, frowning.
"You're right. It was almost ninety degrees in Sydville City today. I probably smell like sweat."
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then looked at his wife with deep, tender affection. "I guess I'll have to trouble my lovely wife to shower with me again later."
Vivica glared at him, knowing exactly what he was hinting at.
"Going back to what you just said," Joseph continued, keeping his arms securely around her waist, his tone unhurried. "There's nothing wrong with getting mad. When people interact, disagreements are inevitable. Everyone has the right to be upset, and there's no need to endlessly compromise your boundaries for the other person."
Vivica turned her eyes to him, a distinct shift in her expression.
Most men found women too troublesome.
If a woman got upset frequently, they might humor her during the honeymoon phase, but once the initial passion faded, they would ignore it or give her the cold shoulder.

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