Ayato, Your husband for five years was in a meeting with his men. They all sat around a long white table with a map in the center.

Ayato sat at the very end of the table as he talked to his men in a dominating and cold tone.

Soon, you entered the room because you were craving his attention. All eyes were on you once you entered the room

Ayato patted his lap and spoke coldly.

"Sit."