After he hung up, he set his phone down on the stone table without a second thought. She had always complained that his teacups were way too tiny, so he told Susan to bring her a bigger one.
“Sophia and her friends are here. Go welcome them,” Ethan said. “You’re the lady of the house, not Susan.”
“How exactly should I welcome them? As your wife, or as the actual hostess?” Isabella asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Is there a difference?”
Isabella smirked. “As your wife, I’m not going to be very friendly. They all have a thing for you, which makes them my competition. Who’s nice to their rivals? If I’m being honest, it’d be like enemies meeting on a battlefield.”
“I’d probably let the dogs chase them around, call them out for being shameless, and even grab a broom to run them off.”
“That’s how I’d treat them as your wife,” she shrugged.
“But if I’m the lady of the house, then they’re just guests. And Sophia’s friends too. Of course I’d treat them well. I’d bring out the good wine, the fancy dishes, maybe give them a little tour of our place.”
“I’d even invite them to stay for dinner, and if they’re up for it, let them stay the night.”
“That’s what a real hostess does.”
Ethan didn’t hesitate. “You’re both my wife and the lady of this house. Your job is to keep the peace here.”
“But they’re Sophia’s friends. If I treat them badly, she’ll come after me for sure. I’d be making enemies for nothing. I’d get stressed out, lose sleep, have nightmares… and then I’d be too tired to make money.”
“Isabella Lane!” Ethan pushed her away and glared. “Did you just bite me?”
“That’s the hand you used to flick my forehead! It hurt like crazy, so I bit it. Now you know how it feels. You can flick me, but I can’t bite you?”
“Ethan, I’m telling you, if I end up dumb one day, it’s all your fault. You flicked my head way too hard.”
Ethan was lost for words. Could one flick really make her stupid?
He glanced at her forehead and saw the red mark where he’d flicked her. Her skin was so fair, it stood out even more. Without thinking, he rubbed the spot on his arm where she’d bitten him.
“Who told you to flick my forehead for no reason? And with so much force. You know how strong you are, right?”

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