[8]

Leonel gritted his teeth. His sharp gaze stared at the increasingly busy road filled with other vehicles. Occasionally, he honked the horn too forcefully, even though it was unnecessary. Morning rush hour traffic was the perfect companion to his workday.

"Dear," the woman beside him called out. Since she got into the car, the gloomy aura of the man she loved was palpable. However, they could still converse casually at the dining table, although Ester repeatedly took deep breaths and clenched her fists in frustration with Chloe's behavior. Since arriving at this house, Ester felt unable to breathe freely.

Feeling no response, Ester called the man, focused on the steering wheel again. "Dear, are you angry?"

Leonel only glanced briefly, smiled, and shook his head.

Ester was taken aback by Leonel's behavior this morning. Throughout her relationship with Leonel, she had never been ignored like this. "What's gotten into you?" Ester couldn't stand it anymore. He