Chapter7: We need to talk

Minutes later, the food was ready. Leila set the tray on the table, her smile, big and bright as she marched to the study to get her husband. She met him on a call. His voice was so low she barely heard a word he said. She leaned on the doorframe, a small smile on her face as she watched him massage his forehead. Even when disturbed, he looked cute. They might get along. The call ended and he turned to her. Leila smiled, ready to speak but he cut her off. “What do you want?” Wow. His words were like ice poured over her, she took a subconscious step out of the study. Her hand curved in the direction of the dining. “Dinner is ready.” She tried and failed to smile but his reaction hurt her. Here she was, trying to be a good wife and he was being rude. “I came to tell you that.” She was a few steps out of the study when he called her. “Leila.” She stopped but didn’t turn. If he would be rude to her, she didn’t want to be around him. “Sorry for raising my voice.” Hiding a smile, she nodded