“It is a husband’s job to fulfill his wife’s wish if they are reasonable,” uttered Ashton, seemingly pleased with himself.

He was, indeed, acting like a desirable husband.

Yet, I found it annoying.

I put down my fork and stalked out.

Ashton called out, “Where are you going?”

I pretended not to hear him and strode away.

Sensing my intention, his voice grew louder. “A husband has the right to know his wife’s whereabouts.”

Ha! Duty? Right? One will think he’s a lawyer!

dismissed him with a wave and said, “I’m going to get you a doctor. It’s part of my duty, so just

Tiffany’s house. I got down and went in, but a bodyguard stopped me from going further. “Who

Stovall, your employer’s

me for a while before replying doubtfully, “Wait here. I shall inform her on your

in, Tiffany appeared

wearing ruby red silk pajamas; her face drained of color. It seemed like she was gravely ill. She

siding with you because of your face. You won’t gloat for long. If you’re here to laugh at

verbally. I

slightly, I retorted, “I’m not interested in your matter. I’m here for one reason. Tell me

triggered Tiffany as she yelled

my

in anger as she shrieked with all

close to Tiffany, but I remembered her being a haughty socialite. She would never lose her

a madwoman instead of a socialite brought up in a well-to-do

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