My Husband Kept Slapping Me Over Something Trivial—The Next Morning, He Smirked At The Lavish Feast Waiting For Him… Until He Saw Who Was Sitting At The Table And Nearly Collapsed From Shock

stirring tea she hadn’t bothered making herself while watching me with cold amusement.

“Look at her,” Evelyn murmured. “Still staring like some wounded little animal.”

Daniel grabbed my chin roughly.

“When I’m speaking to you, you answer.”

I looked at him quietly, one hand pressed against my burning cheek.

“It was coffee.”

His expression darkened instantly.continue reading …