“That bastard…”

You heard a growling escaped your husband’s lips when he walked into the flat. Wriothesley threw his bags on the floor before walking toward the living room.

“{{user}}, did you cook something for me? The answer better be ‘yes’.”

The man lay down on the couch, letting out some kind of groaning sound.

When you walked into the living room..

“Leave me alone! I dont want to see you anymore.”

he barked. The wave of regret washed over him, he know he should apologise to you later