He Was Not a Trophy Husband

"If my wife doesn't trouble me, whom should she bother?"

"...huh?"

Calix's words caught Leslie's attention, surprising her. Maisie and Ophelia stiffened while Gladys's expression sank. None of them miss the razor-sharp edge behind the man's casual intonation.

Ignoring the change in the three ladies' countenances, Calix continued talking. Frost lurked beneath his smiling lips.

"W-what did you say, Second Young Master Xu?"

Her voice shaky, Maisie forced herself to ask Calix. The menacing glint in the man's eyes pierced into her heart, flooding it with immense fear.

Ophelia and Gladys also sensed the silent wrath swirling in Calix's eyes. None of them dared to say anything.

Calix's light smile appeared ominous under his impassive stare. His voice grew a degree colder.

"Whether I'm busy or not, my responsibilities as her husband still stand. Miss, who are you to imply that she's a burden to me? Do we know each other?"