Krystalina ~
“I asked… where were you, wife?” I clutched the hem of my coat, keeping my mouth shut. What has gotten into him?
“I am not obliged to answer you. It’s none of your damn business.” I stepped back from him. He can tend his bleeding hand by himself for all I care.
I spun on my heels and moved my feet to walk away from his grumpy ass. I am way too tired for this s**t tonight.
His hand clasped mine, dragging me back. My teeth ground together as I turned around. He stood tall against me. “What is your problem?” I gritted out.
He pulled me closer, almost towering over me with his intimidating height. “You are my problem. Who gave you the permission to meet Ethan Sinclair?”
My eyes stung with angry tears. Permission? Does he really think I need his permission to meet someone?
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