He looked especially grouchy as he stared at me, his presence heavy and hard to read. The bond between us felt tight, but strained, like something was pulling us in different directions.
I hated the uncertainty sitting in my chest, so I answered with a small frown, trying to steady myself. "Yes. I will if you ask me."
He stood up, and his shadow fell over me, his dominance filling the room in a way that made my instincts react before my thoughts could. "Who was the man you hugged at the airport yesterday?"
I froze, staring at him in disbelief, my heart tightening. "Are you spying on me?" Anger surged quickly, sharp and uncontrollable. "Ashton, what does this mean? Do I not even have privacy anymore?"
His gaze felt suffocating, pressing down on me, and I instinctively stepped back. He caught my shoulder, his grip firm, almost possessive. "Why are you backing away? You're my wife. Shouldn't I know where you go?"
