70 Threatened

"You are not eating this!" Sly stood from the table and wiped his mouth with the serviette. And before I knew it, I was dragged to the door.

"Where are we going? Why are you dragging me?" I tried to make him stop. However, I wasn't able to.

The hold he had on my wrist was just too much.

"I'm taking you out to eat breakfast," he suddenly stopped and turned to face me, slowly taking in the clothes I'm putting on. "It's presentable."

That was what he said before he dragged me out.

**

I sat on my bed, contemplating the change of things.

Sly, who normally ignores me, has been trying to get on my good side for two days now.

He takes me out for dinner and treats me well.

And that's confusing the hell out of me.

Could it be that my husband has started feeling for me, or—

The ding of a message woke me from my thoughts.