What Do You Like?

VALERIC jerked the door open and rushed into his house. He didn't bother with the elevator, and in a matter of barely ten seconds, he was standing in front of the door of his bedroom, breathing apprehensively. 

"Little wife." 

He went into the room and looked around, his eyes searching for Stella. 

A chair rattled back at the table next to the bed, and a pair of blue eyes rose to meet his. Stella didn't say a word to him, but she frowned at the look on his face. She watched his usually cold gaze soften at her, confused and worried.  

"Are you okay?" The man took a few steps towards her.  

She looked away from him and turned her back on him to continue with what she was doing. As he had expected, she wasn't talking to him at all.  

She hated him.