Having gotten used to seeing Jayden Maguire's disfigured face every day, Nana Monty felt the surprise of winning a lottery when she saw his original face again.
After the passion, she lazily curled up in his arms, her little hand poking at his chest: "You bad boy, do you know how worried I was, deceiving me, hmph!"
Jayden Maguire grabbed her hand: "I'm sorry, baby, I couldn't disobey the President's orders."
"Is the President more important, or am I?" Nana Monty pouted, looking willful and capricious.
"Of course you are more important. Every day I don't want to care about anything, I just want to hold you and sleep soundly. You must be a sprite, stealing my heart away. Give me my heart back."
Jayden Maguire, with his smooth talk, made Nana Monty happy, and she forgot to pursue his responsibility for lying to her.
The two were affectionately tender for a long time until Nana Monty remembered, pushing Jayden Maguire away solemnly: "If you deceive me again, I will ignore you."
