Attending high society events was second nature to me.
In the past, as Nahum's wife, I had hosted countless lavish parties in the grand manor, meetings with his business partners, powerful officials, and all those men who needed something from him.
But this party felt different. My gut told me it wasn't just another social gathering.
"Will Nahum be at this party?" My voice quivered with a mix of fear and excitement.
I crouched beside him, my fingers trembling as I gripped his arm, my gaze pleading.
The moment our skin touched, his attention snapped to my hand.
I met his eyes and felt his irritation, the slight stiffening of his body. He didn't say a word, but his displeasure was clear at my touch.
I immediately withdrew my hand, bowing my head in apology and murmuring, "I'm sorry. I
