Something is wrong. Ever since she had been broken up for the morning routine with Adrian, her husband had been unceremoniously silent.
It was not like Adrian was a talkative fellow. But with her, he would talk.
Which was something he was not doing currently and this was weighing on her mind in such a way that she almost dropped the dumble on her toes.
Had she done something wrong? Joyce, for the life of her, could not remember that.
After finishing up dinner, she had waited for him for more than an hour as she took a shower and get ready for bed. When he did not make it to bed, she retired early. Was he angry about that? That was least likely because Adrian had told her numerous times not to sacrifice her sleep.
Huffing in frustration, she stopped what she was doing, and moved closer to her husband. Standing in front of him with her arms crossed, she stared at him with an expectant expression on her face.
Adrian frowned lightly. "Is there something you want to say?"
