ack against the headboard and scolded Andre, somewhat annoyed.

Andre silently crossed his arms and stood at the foot of the bed, leaving his back to her.

"How are you accusing Raphael based on his origin, Andre? You have always been against such unfair accusations!"

"I simply dislike his surname Saint-Clemont," Andre replied in a low voice.

"Why is that? " she asked, confused.

He turned around and gave a reluctant smile. "Maybe because you always mention that name. I''m jealous. I admit it."

"You fool!" Edith sighed. "Why would you feel jealous because of him - because of Raphael? You know very well..."

Andre quickly leaned down and kissed her, stopping her from saying anything further. He passionately deepened the kiss, but she felt that it was only out of revenge, so she responded to him only perfunctorily, without much comfort in her heart.

"I still feel so tired, Andre," she said after he let her go, shaking her head.

"Then get some more sleep, love," he said, pulling over a low stool and sitting beside her bed. "I''ll just stay here with you."