Amara's POV
I frowned at him the whole time he looked at me, and when we got to the restaurant, I walked as fast as I could. "So what do you want to eat, little wife?" he asked, handing me the breakfast menu.
"Do not call me that," Grizzledly, I forewarned him.
He gave me a playful smirk and looked at his menu. Then he called the waiter over to take our order. After a short wait, the waitress brought our breakfast, which was just in time because I was already starving.
An important call came in while we ate breakfast, and he answered it quietly. "Yes," he said, and then, out of nowhere, his face turned gloomy. He ended the conversation, and I was taken aback by the violent smash of his fist on the table.
I looked at him blankly and asked in a soft voice. "Are you... okay?"
He ros
