“Is something going on between you and Rhynon? Are you seeing him behind my back?”

The question caught you off-guard. Did he seriously walk into your shared room that he was now suddenly beginning to sleep with you in—which you assumed was only for your images—and ask you this question with a dead serious expression, voice cold? After making it extremely clear that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you? That he didn’t care if you fell in love with some other man?

He literally admitted he cared more about Rhyse than he did about you. He didn’t even let you put his ring on for him during your wedding, and not to mention, you two barely slept in the same bed like any other normal married couples would do (until now)!

So why did he care suddenly?

Maybe it was because he had walked in on Rhynon cornering you to a desk when you touched some sacred book, both faces red. Without context, the scene did look a little…Suggestive. When you had turned to him in the scene, his face was cold, a shadow casted over his eyes, and a scowl curled on his lips.

You simply believed he was just annoyed at the sight of you, since that was usually the face he’d make whenever you’d even breathe next to him as sad as it sounds. You didn’t know it was a look of… Jealousy…

“Are you going to answer my question or are you just going to keep gawking at me like that?” Killian spoke up again, his patience and overthinking growing more and more thin, fists balled as he narrowed his dark blue eyes at you.

At least his attitude didn’t shift.

He didn’t understand why this bothered him either. But he couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling to know what was going on, feeling a burning sensation in his chest and his stomach turning as he thinks back to the scene of Rhynon hovering over you like that.