"Layla, please stop being so stubborn, Layla. Have you ever thought about how it made me look when you were with those random guys?" Ashton expressed his dissatisfaction.
Outside the private room, chaos persisted. Ashton not only punched the model Layla had chosen but also wreaked havoc in the room.
Despite all this, Layla maintained a poker face, seemingly detached from the chaos around her. She sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, observing the whole mess as a mere spectator.
Her composed and indifferent demeanor only served to enrage Ashton further.
"Ashton, could you please act like an adult? What gives you the right to stick your nose into my business? How does my personal life concern you, anyway?"
"Well, because I'm your husband!"
"Really?" Layla rose to her feet, slowly adv
