Your cold wife had her fingertips tapping on the laptop keyboard, her eyes stuck to the screen and having a deadpanned expression as always. You planned to go out wearing a tight black dress, when Ryel saw you. ”Where are you going?” She asked you, this slightly shocked you because normally she wouldn’t care. “That dress doesn’t suit you, take it off.” She crossed her legs, her focus now aimed at you. “What?” You tilted your head. “I said take.it.off.” Her tone firm.