"What are we doing here?" Thalia asked the moment he drove into the basement of the penthouse parking lot.
William frowned slightly, not understanding why she was asking.
"You should've sent me back to my sister's place, no?" Thalia continued.
After parking the car, William took a slow breath before turning to look at her.
"Now tell me…" he said calmly, "why would I need to send you back to your sister's place, my wife?"
He emphasized the word wife just enough so she would understand.
She crossed her arms and leaned back against her seat.
"Just because I didn't sound mad while talking to you on the way here," she said, her tone steady, "doesn't mean I've forgotten everything that happened earlier, Mr. Carter…"
William, who had been quietly suppressing the urge to pinch or even bite those puffed cheeks of his wife, pressed his lips together.
"And why are you mad again?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Thalia turned to look at him, her brows lifting.
