Taming My Cold Husband
Julian made her dinner and they both ate the pasta on the countertop while looking at each other lovingly.
“Thank you for the meal,” Leslie thanked.
“You’re welcome.” he said with a smile.
“Look Julian,” Leslie began, “I really don’t have any relationship with Daniel. He suddenly hugged me all of a sudden that day at the gala. I haven’t even seen him in two years,” Leslie explained.
“Why did you meet him today without letting me know?” Julian questioned, his gaze drifting from hers.
“I-I… he threatened to come here. I’m sorry,” she said, her head hung low as she clasped her hands together.