Margot couldn’t help smiling as she got out of the car. Harry said nothing on their way home while Nadine didn’t dare to open her mouth.
“The dinner was fantastic. We should do this often,” Margot suggested, beaming at her husband.
“Yeah. Only if you’re the one who’s paying it,” Harry grumbled, his expression turning dark by the second whenever he thought of what his wife did with his money.
Margot laughed. “Don’t be stingy, hon. I know you love expensive food and parties. I was the one who always paid for all of it before. Maybe you should start doing it this time,” suggested, provoking Harry.
The latter groaned before grabbing his wife’s hand. He dragged her inside the house. “What are you trying to do? You keep giving me headaches. You won’t listen to what I have to say. And you do
