"My wife."
"Ah."
"She’s shopping.".
"That’s... quite a shopping trip."
I shrug lightly.
"She’s throwing a tantrum."
Thomas chuckles.
"An Expensive tantrum."
I lean back in my chair, rubbing my chin thoughtfully.
Cute.
If she thinks that amount will even make a dent in my accounts, she clearly has no idea how much money I actually have.
Still...
A slow smirk spreads across my face, at least she’s angry enough to fight back.
Elaine’s POV
By the time we get back to the estate, the sky is already dark.
The long driveway is lit with soft garden lights, the kind that make the trees and hedges look almost golden against the night, the gates slide open for us automatically, and Marcus drives us in smoothly.
I lean my head against the window for a moment as the house comes into view, the day finally catches up with me then.
Aaron steps out first when the car stops and opens my door. I stretch my legs carefully when I get out
"Thank you for today," I tell both of them
Aaron snorts.
"You say that like we had a choice."
Marcus gives a quiet laugh.
The trunk opens and suddenly the reality of what I bought today becomes very clear.
Bag after bag, boxes stacked on top of each other.
Aaron just stares at them.
"You bought a small store."
"Don’t exaggerate," I say.
He points at the pile.
"I’m not."
I smile slightly.
"Help me carry them up?"
Marcus and Aaron exchange a look, then both of them sigh like men accepting their fate.
We make several trips inside.
The house is quiet when we enter. Most of the lights are dimmed except for the hallway lamps and the soft glow coming from the kitchen.
Mrs. Margaret appears halfway through the first trip.
"Oh my goodness," she says, eyes widening as she looks at the bags.

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