13. Shouldn't he care less about how I feel?

I was nervous during the drive and my heart wouldn't stop beating. My husband was the one driving, it looks like he prefers driving by himself rather than having a driver to drive him.

I keep fidgeting with my fingers as my eyes fixed on the tinted window of the car rather than elsewhere so as not to accidentally meet his gaze. The window is tinted but someone inside the car can see clearly from the window unlike someone who's outside and can't see whatever that's inside the car through the window.

“Are you okay?" My husband asked after some minutes through the drive. I've recently cognized that his voice is now milder and calmer.

I can feel his eyes on me but I couldn't look at him. I wonder why I'm so nervous… will there ever come a time that I will boldly withstand my husband's presence? I guess not.

“Constance?"

His cool voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I'm fond of always getting lost in my thoughts. I think it is another habit of mine that is hard to stop.

“I… I'm fine," I m