She'd spent an entire week with Joshua, indulging in his world, and now she had the audacity to come back here and expect me to wait on her hand and foot.
The moment I heard her voice, it hit me—every effort I'd made, every shred of patience I'd shown over the past few weeks, had been a complete waste. Yet, I still handed her a glass of water, forcing myself to remain calm.
As I handed it over, I glanced at her and asked quietly, "Abigail, where have you been this whole time?"
I kept my tone neutral, detached even, but my question still seemed to hit a nerve. Her expression shifted immediately, and irritation flashed across her face.
"What's that supposed to mean, Samuel?" she shot back, her voice sharp. "Are you accusing me of something?"
She didn't even wait for me to respond before shaking her head, her tone growing colder. "I don't like it when you talk like that."
I couldn't help but laugh. It was a bitter, hollow sound.
She didn't like it? Of course she didn't. The only reason my question bothered her was because it struck too close to the truth.
She hadn't been on a business trip; she'd been with Joshua.
Still, I forced a small smile and shook my head. "You're right, Abigail. That was out of line. I shouldn't have questioned you."
Her expression softened slightly, the tension easing as she relaxed. She even managed to muster a smile as she said, "I'm sorry too, Samuel. I'll try not to be away for so long next time. I'll make more time for us, okay?"
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