Inside the room, Mischelle watched as Jedrick sat, completely immersed in his work. Despite his focus, he still managed to notice her lingering gaze.
"Am I attractive, darling?" he asked casually, his voice laced with amusement.
The question made Mischelle's lips twitch in irritation, but the moment she caught sight of the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"How long are you planning to keep me isolated? By now, everyone knows you married me," she snapped, her tone sharp enough to make Jedrick lean back slightly in his chair.
He studied her furious expression, eyes locked on his as if she were peeling away his layers, one by one, intent on devouring him whole.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "What do you want to do?" he asked, surprising her.
