His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 61

Beneath the dining table, Conrad’s hands clenched into fists, the veins standing out on his knuckles as he reined in his temper.

“Annika,” he said, his tone heavy and deliberate. “I trust the men who work for me. He wouldn’t dare.”

Even if Annika was a knockout, Conrad was certain Hank wouldn't have the guts to make a move on his wife.

Annika raised an eyebrow. “Are you so sure? What if we had actually done something just now?”

Even though she could practically feel the tension in the air, she pressed on, her voice rising. “Conrad, you’re too confident. People are only ever loyal to themselves.”

Conrad fought to control the rage boiling in his chest. He picked up his wine glass and drained it, but the burn of the alcohol did nothing to quell the turmoil inside him.

She had come back willingly, even made him a candlelit dinner. He’d thought she’d had a change of heart. He never expected this was what she had in store for him.

“What is it you really want?” he demanded.

He reached into his pocket for his cigarettes, pulled one out, and was about to light it when his gaze fell on Annika’s stomach. He froze. The unlit cigarette hung from his lips.

He was asking her what she wanted? Shouldn't she be the one asking him that? A scornful smile flickered in her eyes as Annika looked at him. Conrad was handsome, one of the most attractive men in Seafall City. There was a time when just looking at his face would make her heart pound, sending her soul soaring. Now, all she felt was a deep, aching pain.

In the past, that would have sent him into a rage. He would have stormed over, grabbed her by the throat, and warned, “Don’t push your luck, Annika.”

But this time, he remained seated, perfectly calm. He lowered his gaze, and after a long moment, he tried to speak to her gently. Removing the cigarette from his lips, he said, “Annika, don't cause trouble. Whatever you want, just tell me. I’ll give it to you.”

She had heard that line so many times it was sickening. She scoffed internally. He was telling her not to cause trouble? Was she the one causing trouble? He was the one who had backed her into a corner.

Fueled by the wine and her frustration, Annika slammed her hands on the table. She pointed a finger at him. “You keep saying you’ll give me what I want, but you’ve taken everything that was ever mine! Conrad… I hate you.”