“Amanda, talk to me for a bit.” Patrick’s smile was gentle, but the look in his eyes was deep and turbulent, as if hiding a storm.
Amanda gave a small nod. “Sure.”
She glanced at Benjamin’s displeased face and said, “Mr. Schmidt, I’ll be right back.”
Benjamin replied coldly, “Three minutes.” He was only giving her three minutes.
Amanda looked at Patrick. “Patrick, will that be enough?”
Patrick’s gaze sharpened as he stared at Benjamin and said each word with anger, “No. I have a lot to discuss with you.”
Benjamin replied evenly, “Sorry, my wife and I need to offer toasts shortly.”
Patrick: “……”
His eyes burned with rage as he stared at Benjamin, lowering his voice, “Benjamin, say ‘wife’ one more time and see what happens. You don’t even like her—why say she’s your wife in front of
