Chapter 36

Her breath hitched the moment her eyes landed on him. Her husband stood there in all his glory, rich, handsome, hot, well-built, muscled, fresh. A gentleman, through and through. His head was lowered, his broad shoulders slightly slouched, and his hands were shoved deep into his pockets as he leaned against the wall. Slowly, deliberately, Adrian raised his head, and their eyes locked.

“It has been four days, Amelia,” he began, his baritone voice rich and enticing, carrying both weariness and command. “You have barely said a word to me. How long would this continue?”

Amelia smoothed her hair back, her expression unreadable. She leaned lazily against the doorframe, matching his stance, her silence louder than any words. Finally, she replied, calm but firm.

“For as long as I feel like.”

Adrian pushed himself off the wall and closed the small distance between them. His eyes searched hers, desperate yet tinged with frustration.

“So, that is it? Huh?” He aske