"Of course." The word felt so smooth and believable from his mouth that she wanted to forget that he had always treated her coldly in front of the baroness.
"But if you can not respect your wife in front of your mistress, how will you do that?" she asked, twisting her neck toward him. The nib is still in his hands. Her nape and collarbone was dyed with words. And now it left a stain on her dress as his eyes widened and he choked.
He looked so shocked that she felt guilty for a second but she held her ground. She had feelings for him either she accepted it or refused, her body responded to him.
So, it would be better that he confirms their status. If he wanted a business deal, she would crush these feelings of hers with her own hands. But if he wanted more, he had to work hard for it. He picked up the glass of water placing the nib on the table. He did not place it on the stand but on the table directly that left another stain on the silk tablecloth.