Chapter 107. Social Status II

Penthouse: Kitchen

I made dinner with simmering anger. I was still upset with Cassian and that girl, Neha or whatever her name was. Or was I jealous? I'm not jealous! He's my husband, and I have every right to be upset when I see him with another woman. That doesn't mean I'm jealous. He's probably still with Neha.

I stirred the pot angrily, and I felt two arms wrap around my waist. I knew it was him and said, "Let go of me."

"Is my wife still feeling jealous?" he teased, playfully. "I'm not jealous! Let go of me! I'm trying to work. I don't want to talk to you," I replied, trying to free myself. "If that wasn't jealousy, then what was it?" he asked, holding me tightly. "Cassian, let go!" I said, avoiding his question. Finally, in frustration, I stomped on his foot and managed to break free.

I served the food on the dining table and was about to go upstairs when he a