Chapter 17 Linda’s Mother

Alan seemed to find my words amusing, releasing me with a look of contempt. "Impossible!" I laughed even harder. As I turned to leave again, Alan pulled me back, his expression turning cold. "A married couple should live together. I’ve informed your parents that you’ll be staying here tonight." I turned to him, angry. "What gives you the right to decide where I live?" Alan raised an eyebrow, seemingly pleased by my anger. His tone was almost cheerful, "Because I’m your husband, I’m the closest person to you. If you fall ill or something happens to you, I’m your legal guardian. Understand?" I almost laughed in disbelief, "Alan, do you even believe yourself when you say that? You, the closest person to me? Ridiculous!" Alan's eyes remained indifferent. "I don’t care if it’s ridiculous or not, Aisha. You can only live here!" With that, Alan pushed me back into the room and turned to leave. "Alan, did you forget you told me not to come back? Now you're going back on your word. Aren