I fixed my messy collar. “Serve me the food. I’m hungry.”
The servant’s voice rose in protest. “How can that be? She hasn’t returned yet. How can you start eating?”
My tone turned cold. “Am I still the one who makes the rules in this house or not?”
“From today on, Talia is no longer my wife!”
The servant lowered his head, too afraid to speak again.
It was late at night when Talia came home. She smelled of alcohol and could barely walk straight.
I was about to speak when she suddenly threw herself into my arms, holding me tightly and crying, “Nolan, I’m sorry…”
I was completely surprised. She rarely showed such weakness.
The last time she looked like this was when I found her fainted from hunger by the roadside and brought her home. It softened my heart for a moment.
“Nolan, Bennett was drunk and talking nonsense. Don’t take it to heart.”
“I just took him to the hospital and finally calmed him down… Now’s not the time to provoke him.”
She cupped my face and pressed her cold lips against mine. My breathing grew heavy and my body grew warm.
Just as I was about to lose control, she suddenly pushed me away.
Her phone rang. She answered it and her face changed at once."Okay, I'll be right there!"