Angela rubbed the back of her head, "It's just an exaggerated metaphor!"

Arvin took the box out of his pocket and passed it to her. "Help me wear it!"

Now Arvin would look perfect in a business suit.

Angela followed his instructions, took out the breastpin and helped him put it on with care.

"Okay! Great!" The skill with which she put it on indicated that this was not her first time.

Setting aside praise, Arvin asked her quietly, "Did you do this for anyone else?"

"Just my dad... and Sven once." Last time, her sister-in-law was not at home, Sven came to Angela. Sven was so stupid that he didn't know how to wear the breast pin correctly.

When Arvin heard Sven's name, he felt a little unhappy. "Your mother can help your dad do this while your sister-in-law can do it for Sven. Don't do it for them next time!"

Angela was slow to react and told him casually, "It doesn't matter! I don't mind!"

'It's not difficult anyway!' She thought reproachfully.

"I do mind!" Arvin held her waist tightly.

'My god...' she gasped inwardly. Angela watched the dissatisfaction fall like a pall over Arvin's brow and wondered 'Why?'

"Okay," she stuttered, "I won't do it for them anymore."

Since he had got a satisfactory answer from Angela, Arvin was about to lift her up before -

"Gulu gulu..." An groan from the underworld? A door creaking on its hinges? There was no way of conceivably determining the origin of the noise.

Angela knew what it was. So, she felt very awkward, covered her belly immediately and jumped off Arvin's legs, "Jesus! Tell me you heard nothing! Nothing!"

Arvin thought a bit, 'What a silly girl! It really doesn't matter! She didn't have dinner, did she? She should have told me that before!'

"Come here!" Arvin said. She seemed quite hungry.

Angela scratched the back of her head. "I've forgotten to have dinner tonight!"

Arvin stood up from the chair and asked, "What do you want to have? We'll go somewhere in my car."

Angela thought about it and suddenly, her eyes lit up! "Will you take me anywhere and have anything?"

Arvin nodded in agreement.

About ten minutes later, having gone through the rigmarole of getting the car keys, locking up, and driving a few blocks, they stood in front a chain cake shop.

Arvin was totally aware of what she was going to do. So, he told Angela, "I don't like cake!"

"But I like cake!" Angela said. 'People must have a cake on their birthday,' she reasoned with herself.copy right hot novel pub