Chapter26 Presscon

Dante glared at the information he was reading on his tablet, gripping it so tight it almost seemed like it would break. Homer sighed, feeling sorry - not for his friend, but for the device in his hand that looked like it would be thrown away and pummelled into the ground any minute. “What did I tell you?” Homer dared to chide him. “Aurelia is a stubborn lady who is determined to abide by her own rules. The agreement you had with her may be binding and would benefit her greatly, but you should consider what kind of relationship you have with her.” “How hard is it to just ask for help?” Dante grunted as he haphazardly threw the tablet on his desk away from him. Homer laughed helplessly. “The same way it’s hard for you to just tell her she should forget about other people and tell her to listen to no one but you! It’s quite normal for a husband to demand affection and reliance from his wife, you know? No one’s going to judge you. Even a person like you can do as much.” Dante rolled