But I had no intention of explaining.
I stood up, lightly patted his cheek, and forced a smile. "What are you thinking? I'm just getting ready to move into our new home."
Last year, Arthur and I bought a new house, and if all goes well, we should be moving in next month.
But Arthur doesn't need to come along anymore.
Arthur's expression softened a bit as he handed me a bouquet of lilies. "Charlie, these are for you."
It was the first time he had called me that.
When we first started dating, I called him "baby" and "honey", but he never responded.
If I called again, he'd just give me a cold look.
"Just call me by my name," he had said.
He always called me "Charlotte", often omitting even that.
At our wedding, when the officiant asked him to name ten nicknames that belonged to us, he couldn't come up with a single one.
I had to step in and save him from the embarrassment.
Now, calling me Charlie, he was probably been influenced by Aria.
I took the flowers and casually placed them on the table.
"What's wrong? You don't like them?"
I had to admit Arthur was being a bit overly sensitive today.
In the past, I'd always responded to his gifts with exaggerated enthusiasm.