Page 84 of The Unwanted Wife

"Do you always have to be so annoyingly right?"

"Not always." He takes my hand in his, and bringing it to his mouth, kisses my knuckles. "Though, I wish I were."

And there it is again—cryptic words, that hidden expression in his eyes. I open my mouth to ask him about it, but he shakes his head. "Not this evening. I promise, I’ll tell you when the time is right."

I don’t want to let it go; I don’t. But it’s not like belaboring the point is going to help me, either. If anything, it’s making him pull away from me further. So I nod. "Not this evening."

"Good." He hooks my arm through his. "Ready to leave?"

No, we didn’t take the whirly-bird, which had, apparently, taken off at some point when he was inside me. And it’s a good thing, too, else it would’ve resulted in a traffic jam. Instead, his car and the driver, who I now recognize, were waiting for us at the curb.

And yes, my employee was only too happy to close up. She was thrilled at the prospect of overtime pay, and she didn’t show any reaction to the sounds she must have heard from my office. No doubt, she’s going to gossip about it to her friends, but whatever. What I don’t know won’t hurt me, right?

On the ride over, he busied himself on his phone. Looking at his hard profile, it was difficult to reconcile this emotionless, distant man with the one who took a helicopter across town, just so he could get his wife off.

Is the prospect of having a child that worrying for him? And yet, he was turned on by the sight of his cum leaking out of my pussy. So why is he being so aloof now?

I reach for my phone, mostly to stop myself from saying anything to him. There are a series of messages from the girls in our shared chat group.

Zoey: I know you’re in post-marital bliss but you’re not allowed to forget your friends *crying face emoji*

Grace: Girl that was the most beautiful ceremony ever and I can’t get over how your husband couldn’t wait to get you out of there to consummate the wedding! *eggplant emoji, cat emoji, sweat emoji* Enjoy!!!! But I want to know all the details.

Harper: I’m so sorry I missed it. I am so pissed at my boss right now! I can’t believe he refused to give me the day off!!! *angry face emoji*

Me: Haven’t forgotten you guys… Okay so maybe I did forget everyone and everything for a few minutes there but… You know how it is. *winking emoji* And no I’m absolutely not sharing those details. Harper I missed you too. Look on the positive side. Your boss couldn’t do without you for even a day which means he needs you which is always a good thing. Oh and Grace? It’s more like *snake emoji, peach emoji, hand emoji*

The three dots at the bottom of the group begin to jump around at once. I’ll bet that’s Zoey or Grace; those two are never far from their phones. Unlike Harper, who, like me, doesn’t look at her phone when she’s in the kitchen.

"What’s so funny?" I glance up to find my husband watching me.

I put my phone away at once. Not that I have anything to feel guilty about, but considering I was describing the fully-loaded, XXL-sized banana split he sports between his thighs, I can’t stop myself from reddening.

"Nothing’s funny.” I cough into my hand. “What gave you that idea?"

"You were chuckling to yourself."

"Was I?" I school my features into a look of what I hope looks like innocence. "I have a bad habit of talking to myself."

"Hmm." His lips twist, and something tells me I am not fooling him.

“How are you friends, by the way?” he drawls.

I blush all the way to the roots of my hair. “M-my friends?”

“You’re talking to them, aren’t you?”

I nod dumbly. Surely, he doesn’t know what we were discussing?

“Give them my regards.”

“I will,” I squeak.

Thankfully, he goes back to whatever it was he was doing on his phone and doesn’t ask me any more questions. Some of the tension drains from my shoulders.

"Do you meet Arthur and your brothers?—"

"—half-brothers," he corrects me.

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