Chapter 35

(Emily's POV)

"I'm thirsty, wife."

Fork halfway to my lips, I stilled at the tone in his voice that practically demanded I serve him.

He has a lot of servants, why is he acting childish right now?

After a disbelieving beat ticked by, I allowed my gaze to travel to the lazy bastard, who goofed off in his chair and, I knew from experience, had full use of both of his hands.

"Then? Should I pour a liter of water into your lazy mouth?" I said with humor.

He smirked, "I will give you a privilege."

"I'm not interested." shutting him down with my sharp tongue.

"In everything?" he questioned, lazily.

"Particularly related to you."

He softly chuckles, which I find amusing to my ears. He sounded genuine with his little laughs, but I won't get into that trap. I need to focus on pissing him off and making his day worst, dragging him, as my day was worst because of this Goddamn period.

"My throat is almost drained."

And that amusement shattered, same as I glare at his countenance, with a sly smil