Chapter 68

"Where're you going?" Marcus asked Abigail after he had watched for a few minutes as she put on her make up.

"To the banquet," Abigail answered without looking at him.

Marcus's brows furrowed. "What banquet?"

"You'd have known if you cared to take me there."

"Would you please stop whining," Marcus said frustratingly. "What banquet are you talking about?"

Abigail sighed and placed her hands on her waist dramatically.

"There will be a banquet at the island's grand hotel tonight. Too bad you won't be coming."

"Who said I wouldn't?"

Abigail rolled her eyes at him and continued her make up.

"I'll be at the fucking banquet... well if it makes you happy," he said half heartedly. Deep down, he was done trying to be good to Abigail. He had done enough and she still felt entitled to his wealth and attention.

"I'll be happy, whether or not you show up, so suit yourself."

Marcus clenched his jaw and forced himself to swallow down