ADRIAN
Chloe had flinched from my words as soon as I’d spoken about my wife for some reason I couldn’t fathom, I stared her down, hoping to find some kind of explanation for her behavior, but she had ducked her head so I couldn’t see her expression.
“This argument is stupid anyway,” she huffed, and I wanted to laugh cuz the statement made no sense. She had been the one to start it, I had just wanted to know if she was okay. She stabbed at the pasta again with way more aggression than was needed. “Let’s just make the damn calendar.”
“Let us?” I asked, leaning with a furrowed brow. “I thought the agreement was that you would be responsible for said calendar. As a part of your uh – s****l autonomy?”
Chloe sucked in a sharp breath, displeased with that observation. “Of course. It must ha
