8. That same look

“Where are you coming from?" my husband's voice jolted me from my thoughts. He didn't get a reply from me so he asked again.

Well, I was confused and shocked at his question, that was why I didn't reply to his question and I was busy pondering in my head to know if I heard his words right.

“Constance?" his deep voice calls. I flinch a bit.

I swear, this man has that bid of making someone quiver.

I'm stupid to believe that my name sounds sweet from his husky voice but actually it does. I smile inwardly, I love the way he calls my name.

“I asked you a question," he added. Why do I sense anger and something else in his voice? I must be stupid to think that he's jealous. He can't be, I mean why will he be? I'm just overthinking as always.

I peeked at his face, it's rigid as always. Not wanting to get on his nerves, I quickly replied to his questions.

“I went out with a friend," I mumble.

Silence, there was at least three seconds of silence.

I can't believe he asked me a question and