THIRD PERSON'S POV:-
Tristan stepped out of the shower. A towel was in his hands, he was drying his hair. While the other one was wrapped around his waist. He stepped into the closet and growled angrily when he saw Nora. “What the f**k are you wearing?” Nora almost jumped in fear as she heard Tristan growling at her angrily. It was the first time he had ever yelled at her. And for her, it was scary enough to stop her heart.
She looked at her clothes and wondered why Tristan was suddenly so mad at her. After all, every single piece of clothing she own, was Tristan's choice. He hand picked each of her clothing. And she never argued because she always thought, who else she wanted to please with her looks so badly but her husband. Typical wifey kind of mindset she had.
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