Chapter 411
Grace raised her hand and slapped Oliver sharply on the arm. She wasn't usually this bold, but he had really pushed her buttons.
"Oliver, explain yourself! Did you lose interest in me just because we've slept together?"
Oliver responded, "I like someone who listens to me and someone who avoids spicy food during her time of the month, not someone who sneaks off to buy spicy chicken pasta behind my back."
Grace shot back, "So, if I don't listen to you, are you ready to find a new wife?"
Oliver paused, momentarily speechless.
"Well? Say something!" she demanded.
Realizing that he had taken things too far, Oliver softened his tone. "Who exactly would I replace you with? It was hard enough to marry you, and now you're this difficult to manage."
Feeling wronged, Grace muttered, "You said you like someone who listens. So, if I don't, doesn't that mean you don't like me anymore?"
Sensing the conversation slipping out of his control, Oliver quickly tried to steer it back. He cuppe
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