I still didn’t understand William.
Not completely.
Maybe I never would.
Yesterday, the chocolate had become this strange issue between us, and honestly, I still couldn’t figure out why.
To me, it had been harmless.
A man had thanked me for sitting with his daughter when he couldn’t get to the school on time. That was all. There had been no hidden meaning behind it, no invitation, no flirting, nothing.
Just chocolate.
But William had looked at me as though I had committed some terrible offense.
And I had learned something about William over the past few months.
When his voice became firm, he meant what he said.
So I hadn’t argued.
There was no point.
Besides, I had no desire to fight with my husband over a box of chocolate.
The next morning, thankfully, he seemed calmer.
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