"Do not call me that." Lord Denney snapped, turning to face her. Lady Farrington stopped at once. "Be careful with your words lest you call me in the presence of others, revealing to others that we are connected. The king is, and should be, the only one to know of our relationship."
Ryle offered her wine but she shook her head and looked at him expectantly, confusing him, ''A spa night for you to de-stress,'' he told her honestly. The past few weeks were enough to make him realize how much of a workaholic Daisy was.
"As her husband," Noah muttered. "You're supposed to be there for her. To listen to her. To ask about her day. To offer your support. I know you're a busy man, but you can't even come home for dinner anymore? Imagine how lonely—"
Roselia glanced down at the smart device. Maybe, she should find a divorce lawyer with her new gift. She took the phone, knowing this was the only thing he could offer her. So, this was how their life was going to be—trapped in a loveless marriage.