Chapter 925

Jane's cheeks puffed up like an angry little pufferfish. With tiny hands planted firmly on her hips, she tilted her head back and glared at Frederick. Rising onto her tiptoes, she strained to reach his face—but still fell short. "Get down here!" she snapped in her fiercest baby-dragon voice. Frederick, who had been fully prepared to deliver a serious performance of his carefully rehearsed script, forgot every single line. Like a golden retriever responding to its master's call, he crouched down without question. Jane didn’t waste another word. She grabbed his ear with her soft, milky-white hand and began dragging him out of the store. "Come with me," she huffed, her voice bursting with righteous indignation. "We need to talk!" Frederick: "..." Getting dragged around by the ear by his own wife—how humiliating. And honestly, kind of unfair. But he didn’t dare complain. *Sniffle.* She yanked him to a secluded corner before finally letting go. Planting her hands on her hips again, she glar