Returning to Mahiru's Home

Mahiru's home.

At this moment, Akasaka had been tied up like a mummy by Kagura and sat in a chair. Even his mouth had been sealed shut, leaving him unable to speak.

Akasaka was feeling incredibly depressed.

As the saying went, he could neither fight back when beaten nor talk back when scolded. He was the one at fault for deceiving Mahiru by claiming he was an agent, only to become Japan's Prime Minister himself. Getting struck by lightning by his wife, he could only accept his bad luck...

Mahiru changed Akasaka's medicine while refusing to let him off verbally. "Who told you to deceive me? Does it hurt?"

With a pained expression, Mahiru used a pristine white handkerchief to wipe the cheeks of Akasaka, who had been electrocuted into looking like an Indian man.

Meanwhile, Kagura clumsily wrung out a wet towel with her hands, catching the water in a basin as she wiped down Akasaka's body, trying to scrub Akasaka—who had been shocked black—white again.

Akasaka rolled his eyes dramatically. "You feel sorry for me? Then why did you shock me into this state?"

That remark was obviously directed at Mahiru.

Smack!

Mahiru tossed away the handkerchief in her hand and casually flung it onto the floor. "You still dare talk back to me?! Are you tired of living?!"

Akasaka shuddered all over and thought to himself, Mahiru wasn't like this before. Where did my gentle, virtuous wife go?

Perhaps because of the pregnancy, Mahiru's temper had become somewhat irritable.

It could be considered postpartum depression.

Akasaka was never by her side, which made her feel very insecure.

Moreover, they were husband and wife, so Mahiru had no need to be so polite with Akasaka. On top of that, Akasaka was at fault first. Akasaka had no temper