“You bastard!”
Iris shot a sharp look at Archer, who was talking to Nate out on the balcony. It was obvious they’d chosen the farthest spot from her on purpose, so that she couldn’t catch a single word.
Archer was still wearing his bathrobe. He looked completely absorbed in the documents in his hands, as if their contents were truly crucial. What on earth made him so serious?
Iris sat on the sofa with her arms crossed. Her eyes stayed locked on him from afar, watching him like they was an enemy.
Seeing her intense stare, Nate immediately whispered to Archer, “Does your wife hate me? Why is she looking at us like that?”
“She’s mad at me,” Archer said while scanning the papers.
“Mad? Why?” Nate asked again.
Archer lifted his gaze from the documents, and his eyes met Iris’s. The girl i
