King Aziz did not know what to make of Lily's action after she had flung his shirt at him and then exited their room. Never had he seen her that upset with him. He raised the shirt to his nose and inhaled the sweet fragrance.
Is she jealous? He thought to himself but quickly dismissed the idea of it; their marriage was only on paper, and there was no love involved. The thought of Lily being jealous over something as petty as that was unimaginable. He tried to seat himself properly on his bed, but his head hurt, forcing him to lay lower and stare at the ceiling.
"There's no way that she would be mad over this fragrance on my shirt, or could she?" King Aziz asked himself as he searched his mind for other reasons for his wife's recent behavior, but he found none. With his head now lying on
