Freya was trying to be nice, but Gideon refused to play along. She pursed her lips before she finally said, "It most certainly is, right?"
Gideon laughed coldly. "Can you explain what you mean by that?"
Freya glanced at the man before veering her eyes away shyly. She said softly, "You are my husband!"
The man narrowed his eyes intimidatingly and looked at her deeply. He suddenly laughed. "You are absolutely right. You married me for money."
Freya did not know what to say.
The atmosphere suddenly felt quiet.
It felt as though every conversation they ever shared ended with mockery from Gideon.
A few seconds later, Freya bit her lip and said, "Why don't you leave? I would like to get up."
Gideon showed no signs of moving. He leaned against the couch backrest languidly with a cold smile on his face.
Freya turned to look at him. "I want to change."
"Be my guest."
Freya did not know what to say.
