Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 55

Silver’s POV

Elliot was finishing getting dressed when I went into our bedroom. I had my arms folded across my chest as I watched him put on his best suit and fix his hair in the full-length mirror. He looked at me in the mirror and then turned to face me.

“Can you help me put this tie on?” He asked, holding out his maroon tie for me.

My body felt numb; I was on autopilot as I walked toward him and took the tie from his hands. I wrapped it around him and started to tie it just as my father taught me to do when I was young. He always told me it was my womanly duty to help men with their ties, so I made it a point to learn how to tie one.

“Are you going out this evening?” I asked him, knowing it was a stupid question.

“Hmm,” he hummed, not giving me any other indication of what he was up to tonight.

Why would he? It’s not like he would openly tell his wife that he’s taking another woman out on a date. Even if I am a contract wife.

“Where are you going?” I found myself asking. I had to focus to keep my hands from trembling as I finished with his tie.

He was staring at my face indifferently and it made me uncomfortable under his scrutiny. I hated this tension between us.

“The Water Grove Restaurant,” he finally answered.

My heart fell into my stomach again; the Water Grove Restaurant was the fanciest and most expensive restaurant in the region. The fact that he’s taking Shirley there hurts more than anything. I knew the restaurant was inside of a really elegant hotel owned by the Crown Pack. So, not only was he taking her to a fancy restaurant, but technically, he was taking her to a hotel too.

Once I finished with the tie, I dropped my hands to my sides and lowered my gaze.

“Don’t wait up. I’m not sure how long I’ll be out,” he told me, turning back to the mirror to finish getting ready. “Mariah will make one of your favorite meals tonight. I arranged for her to do so myself.”

I lifted my gaze to look at him, but he was fixated on his reflection.

“You did?” I asked him, surprised by the sentimental gesture, especially after our argument last night.

“Surprised that I’m making sure my wife eats dinner?” He asked, now he was looking at me through the mirror and I felt my face warm.

“I didn’t think you cared that much,” I muttered.

“I guess you don’t know me that well,” he said, his voice hardening.

I was left speechless and staring at the ground. After a few awkward moments, he turned to look at me.

“I’ll be leaving now. Try not to get yourself into any trouble,” he told me.

I pressed my lips firmly together.

“I’m not a child,” I said through my teeth.

He walked past me and reached the door; he froze before opening it.

“Then stop acting like one,” he murmured just before he swung the door open and left the room.

Later, I went into the kitchen to see Mariah. The entire kitchen smelled delicious, and my mouth was watering at the different scents swirling around me. She turned when she saw me, and a smile lit her face.