Nathan drew away from her, perplexed. “Why would you think that?”
Aubrey shrugged. “You’ve been refusing to see us ever since you got married and now you show up with bruises? Nathan, is she hitting you? Is this a forced marriage thing that you got yourself involved in?” She paused for dramatic effect. “I’ve read things like that, you know?”
Nathan rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “She’s not abusing me, Aubrey. Perhaps stop reading the very thing that impedes on your thought process, hmm?”
She frowned at him. “I’m just concerned. If your wife is abusing you, don’t you think that’s a sign for you to leave that marriage now that you’re not fully engrossed in it?”
“Fine, if you must know, I got into a fight with some thugs at her company,” his hissed, annoyed. “Happy now?”
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